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 Jul 2014 dreadfulmind
Sia Jane
Shhhh don't say a word,
You must remain unspoken, unheard, mute,
Red lipstick, blood painted nails,
As hidden as a veil,
Of love locked smiles,
Tears within,
Laughter a spinning enduring sin.

Fake it, make it, clambering in,
Never will you escape it.

Distance draws nearer,
Hearing voices harder.

Your silence resounds,
In the empty hollows,
Of a lost lovers tunnel.

Bridges need building,
To ensure,
The two,
Are not lost, in oceans apart,
But brought together,
By rapid crashing waves,
A lovers ship-to-shore call,
Saved love forborne.

© Sia Jane
For original sketch and words see;
https://m.facebook.com/Siajanewords?refsrc=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.google.co.uk%2F&_rdr

Thanks guys ***
 Jul 2014 dreadfulmind
PrttyBrd
In the wee hours of nothing
We exist as ourselves
Too tired for delusions
Too asleep to lie
Too awake to dream
Unintentionally
We are our unfiltered selves
Content to just be...
In the wee hours
071114
 Jul 2014 dreadfulmind
pen sive
Art
 Jul 2014 dreadfulmind
pen sive
Art
If art is defined as the expression of something beautiful or extraordinary,
then you, my dear,
are a *masterpiece
12th July 2014
my first cigarette smoke was out of anger for a lover who left me hanging, bruised hearts and clammy palms, a puff that scratched at my throat which I smoothed down with a gulp of beer and regrets

my first cigarette smoke probably set my lungs on fire which made me smoke some more, day after day until eventually I felt my lungs were sore

I kept smoking and stopped trying to fall in love, an addiction like this is better to keep than to nurse broken ribs from a shattered heart
Flowers, we both cried,
Because tears were not enough,
Petals cup the rain.
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