| Yeah I know, my art sucks... |


The Broken SwingThere is a swing, rust coloured, And breaking its post, Where joyful screams of ghosts from our past, Laugh more than most,The Broken Swing
It lies in the back of my garden, And dreams that were once true, Bring back all the memories, The memories of you,
Framed by green trees, Under the clear blue sky, This piece is an example, Of how fast time goes by,
I didn't mean to, I thought I was justified, But I broke the swing, The day I lied,
Where did it go, My heart? Please take me back, Travel back to the start, &nb


Whispers across the DarkWhispers across the dark, Breaking through my heart, You are my need, You are my air to breathe,Whispers across the Dark
The creation of a hole, Tearing through my soul, The love of you, Will keep me through,
There is a slit, Running along my spirit, Why did you cross, Without looking first?
My body is broken, That is a token, Of your short love to me, Goodbye my lover, my family,
| Yeah I know, my art sucks... |
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~ I must have pissed Time off somehow though, because I can never keep track of him D: ~
-maia-valentine
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~ I must have pissed Time off somehow though, because I can never keep track of him D: ~
-maia-valentine
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Artists unite against the proposed Orphan Works legislation which could make it legal for others to use your artwork for profit. More info at [link]
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[link] My Gallery
[link] A site 4 our books
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Dear Twilight,
Granny Smith called.
She would like her apple back.
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