Singing a Song Like "Shut Up"

Because no one has ever written about the drama and joys of being a teenage girl... **insert eye roll** yet another timeless coming-of-age story of a lost girl. Maybe. Not really, nor at all.

Tuesday, October 17, 2006

Long North

Long North
Long Time Gone North
Ago, an age, a restless memory
I held it in my heart so long
And never opened it
Like the music box resting
Peacefully silent in my room
The cold ground is freezing
Over me, it does not hurt anymore
But I do feel something deep
Inside -it's buring- hurts!
It rises in my throat, spreads
Through my veins, my blood
It pumps ever faster, harder
Oh! Such misery, I'm fire spreading
Me, I'm burning, died, and hurting
The ground is freezing, I'm here
All alone in the North
When did I get here?
I'll never leave
It's been so long, my room
Is empty of me, but my smell remains
As the silent music box grows dusty

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