Cellar Door

by RedRose   Oct 19, 2008


Flowing. Flying awake in a dream,
For eternity as a child.
Baby never growing nor flowering.
Never perfect nor broken Spirited.

Flowing. I'm at ease within this tide.
Gushing from one to another,
unforgiving, for my life.
Never perfect nor broken spirit.

Flying. Grand heights, grind depths.
Gushing howls keep me here.
Dreaming, wide eyes open.
Living in a dream world.
Forceful nights prey, where fantasy fights reality.

Fore, i am never perfect nor broken spirited.
Flowing. Flying. Praying upon a wide eyed dream

--- RedRose ---

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  • 15 years ago

    by ReBecca

    "Flowing. I'm at ease within this tide.
    Gushing from one to another,
    unforgiving, for my life.
    Never perfect nor broken spirit."

    I think this was my favorite verse. You make no apologies for the life you've lead even if you werent perfect and perhaps you had tragedy but it never broke you. That's what I get out of this anyway, and I can relate to that.

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