in my weeping time I forget who I am
the hurt too much to bear
baring all to feel the sting of rejection
inside myself fall
deep into my fantatical worlds
a place of wonder
in my night terrors, the demons enter with reality
sadness abounds and I fall again
sinister desire won't leave me alone
so deep is my love
it connives and does me dirty
creates visons that will never be
but I love you
maybe I love the pain
perhaps I am a junkie for the lost
the hopeless
recreating the dramas of yesterday
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Chère C.,
It almost looks like as if you are tapping from a different source.
Goes for the art work too.
Less black and white with sharp divisions, more dark gradually turning light. I hope my English does what I hope.
I mean it as a compliment anyway. You warm me to your art. Love it a lot!
Keep on keeping on said Curtis Mayfield.
Warm regards, Gus
Harshly aware
I remember feeling like this. It was a beautiful and cruel woman who made me feel that way. I have learnt men are equally as cruel.
Regards
James
Powerfully penned, Brenda. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian