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Lucy Jan 2017
You're a funny a little thing
Your mama tells you so
When you're staring into darkness
At what she'd like to know

With no sound at all
You slink into the room
You sit there all wide-eyed
For it's the witching hour soon

Ears pricked and ready to fight
Your claws already drawn
You sit and wait expectedly
But all that comes is dawn

And when the sun appears
Your guard is up no more
You cuddle up to mama
Whose love you can't ignore
Lucy Jan 2017
Blood pours, it hurts my eyes
In the darkness, I cannot see
It burns the fear, but anger remains
Takes hold, I cannot control
I see your face, it's blurred red
The smell, that sweet sick smell
Of metal and tears and pain
I want to cry, but the anger I feel
Grows bigger, the darkness forms
Your heart, it's poison buried deep
Twisted and insecure, ugly inside and out
If you could love, I'd try to understand
But you will always be afraid
You'll never be me, you'll never win
And neither will I, if I feel anger
My soul forever scarred, like my dreams
Thank you for showing me, how not to be.
Lucy Jan 2017
Meandering, staggering, the squelch of fun
I cross the field of dreams 
To step off the world, just for a while 
Is all one needs it seems 

You captured my heart, I cannot explain 
What you do to me 
The world outside, a thing of the past 
I'm wrapped in a bubble of glee 

You're good for the soul but that's not all
You take my troubles away 
And if I could, no matter how I ache 
A few more days I'd stay 

But a few more days is never enough 
I never want to leave 
My heart, forever in your mud 
The real world you reprieve 

And as all the years go by 
I never do forget 
All of the joy you give to me 
And I ain't seen nothin yet


Oh how I love Glastonbury Festival

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