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Apr 2013
lost and wandering with out a story

a midnight lampshade stretched out over glory

not tricks or tracks up my sleeve

no more wanting, no more to grieve

a silent not darkness has swallowed my skin

sallowed and sickly the light moves within

and deep in the counscious lying there

is my soul flying naked and bare

never wrote more truer story of romance and sin

and it got thrown out with the cat food in the bin

and now it is different the air smells alive

i can feel her beneath me making me drive

and there are no words, tho i use far to many

for every time i screamed **** i found a new penny

and she was there all along just under my pen

i'd already written about her in everything back then

and oh what is love, i hear the bells cry

it was not those girls who chose you to die

for their misfortunes and weakness and what the **** evers

i am neat, petite, i keep it together

i kept myself for her tho i never knew her before

she was number 3 behind the door

i knew before she was there, she was my wife

i knew that she was an end to my lesbian strife

too many women to **** me around to many times

too many the focus of my love rhymes

what for? whatever...what the ****...?!!

sssshhh...i even tried to write one a book!!

oh i can laugh now, oh i can laugh at myself

who was i back then, what was with the red pen?

and now she is my eyes, my heat, my kiss

every moment is a feelin of bliss

she's everything i searched for without knowing

and every night in the wind its blowing

her name, the air is breathless when she is here

and yes i have cried a salty tear

for all the thousand pieces of my heart i have given out

she is worth a million more, with no doubt

and i am sad for those who cannot feel like i do

i am sorry for telling all those girls 'i love you'

because it was not real, i'm sorry it was something else

maybe something that carried some sort of wealth

they were not even close to how my garden grows

how could i be so blind to what was right under my nose?

oh my sweet sweet girl, oh my sweetest love

there is nothing else i can give you but all of this

and my arms have fallen inside out for you....
Rachael Stainthorpe
Written by
Rachael Stainthorpe  Huddersfield
(Huddersfield)   
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