old wood floorsYou wouldn't believe me if I told you what happened. It was the day we found our wind up memories hiding in the closet. The floor boards shook and my heart beat a little irregularly but I already told you,old wood floors
She didn't move.
Screams came sharp, from the birds in the bushes though, to this day I'm still not sure if they were laughing or crying. She kept to herself most of the afternoon. The cold rock in the corner. But I didn't waste my time, I knew she'd say little more than a word I just kept on humming my broken little tune.
Her brother came at six. He pulled up
Tower ClockUnder your cold breathe I whispered, "please don't push me away just talk to me, know me." But we were both caught under a false premonition, to late to go back to the happily ever after that went before. You know as well as I do that street lights and night life won't keep this thing alive. We've stretched it out too far and now the whip lash won't hold back. The car flies full throttle toward the finish line disregarding my red lipstick and new dress as its engine revs. It was always a two way street from the beginning. The signs went silent with the rain and our hopes never had a chance to reach past our parted lips. We sTower Clock
What knid of camera do you have?
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Crooked little smile on her face
Tells a tale of grace
That's all her own
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There are times when the darkness engulfs me and I see no hope...no light. Then I am alone until someone eventually shows up.
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"If I could save the world, With a needle and thread, I'd sew up our hearts, With words left unsaid."
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<3Clara
~lyriclub
~Poetic-Peace
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Crooked little smile on her face
Tells a tale of grace
That's all her own
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Photography is a way of feeling, of touching, of loving. What you have caught on film is captured forever. It remembers little things, long after you have forgotten everything.
- Aaron Siskind
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