

voicesThere're these voices in my head and I hear music in silence some days I wonder if I'm crazy Pull the bottle from its hiding place and this voice says "Not tonight, again." and I know its in my head but it sounds just like you so I ignore it and take another drink it burns a path to my head And I lay down in the sun try to let light into my dark corners so I take another drag from my cigarette where its burned down and is about to singe my fingers I watch as the smoke makes its haphazard lazy trail above mevoices


foreverNever grow up Live forever and you will Forever in our hearts in our memories Forever in childlike fancy pure of soul You remain etched deep into-- my aching skin deep into my weeping eyes deeper into my bleeding soul I still find tears to mourn you-- love to celebrate your beauty the beauty in the too old eyes of a child with a voice of angels Beauty in the hurt yet joyful eyes opened in childlike wonder ....who sees God in the face of childrenforever
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