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Rachael Stainthorpe
Poems
Apr 2013
I begged, I stole, I was borrowed
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....
Written by
Rachael Stainthorpe
Huddersfield
(Huddersfield)
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