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wytchcroft) wrote2009-01-03 09:40 pm
wytchcroft) wrote2009-01-03 09:40 pm
Sliding
shiver and slip my fingers summon up the nerve and sinew
blood muscle breathing oxygen in the slipstream sliding
silver steel - they call it steel
sat down some place and waiting for the chords to come
it's easier they say if you
steal - heavy pockets filled with shadows and
steel finger shining glass and metal strings - the wooden arm extended
wrapped like wire round the bloody heart I wear upon my sleeve
emotions –everything, they say, is just learning to play
each simple tune as the whirling notes dance, glide and swim
these silver flying fish that leap from clumsy fingers
i will catch these flying fish
one day
sat down some place and waiting.
blood muscle breathing oxygen in the slipstream sliding
silver steel - they call it steel
sat down some place and waiting for the chords to come
it's easier they say if you
steal - heavy pockets filled with shadows and
steel finger shining glass and metal strings - the wooden arm extended
wrapped like wire round the bloody heart I wear upon my sleeve
emotions –everything, they say, is just learning to play
each simple tune as the whirling notes dance, glide and swim
these silver flying fish that leap from clumsy fingers
i will catch these flying fish
one day
sat down some place and waiting.
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no, seriously - thanks!:D
i dunno what little sketches like this are exactly, they just come out and i put them in here and forget about them, i hope they capture a moment is all. :):)
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:)
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