Heartless Girl

She laid her heart at his feet
And hurt when it got trampled on

‘Half wit girl, why did you lay it there’

‘He smiled at me, sang me a song,
From then to me it did not belong
So I laid it there, to win my love
And he walked out, not looking down
I now cannot mend the thing,
I leave it there and move on’

‘Heartless girl, where will you go?’

She replies not, she carries on

end of psychogirl.

starting up a brand new day

I have so much work to do and no will to do it. Any post I write now is going to sound like I've been locked up in a dungeon to be released to the lions. Um. or some such thing. As you might have made out from the last post. Hum.

Now and then I decide to start my life over. I am yet to succeed. Not that my life sucks that I need to, but I suppose a general desire for change has crept in. This coming from a person who detests change. But, well, I turned a new age recently (ahem) and I think its time to turn over a new leaf and maybe finally grow up.

Boring as that sounds. Its time to kiss psychogirl goodbye. Ok maybe a pat on the back will do.

Pat*

tired of talking to Mr. E
tired of telling him how I feel
tired of asking him where to be
tired, more tired than you would believe

tired of thinking of ways to breathe
tired of being tied to the seat
by strings of my heart, by strings of deceit
tired, so tired I'll admit defeat

tired of wondering how he feels
Mr. E, I'm tired you see
tired of worrying of when you will leave
tired, oh tired of you and me.

two souls

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why talk about two when there are so many

these two are linked in ways so many

these two are doomed by lies so many

in the realm of insanity like so many



These two souls that i speak of

they come from hearts broken and reek of

sadness and blindness and a mix of

love and dreams and hope of



a future, which stopped meaning to be.



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