Linda ErikssonBique

I can feel the magic floating in the air, I can see the
sunlight dancing over my hair

, I have never felt this way, And i can remember exactly what you used to say
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I'm in sitting on this peachy red bench, while the wind is whistling to my ear.
I can hear children crying, bullets being shot, Is this all there's to hear?

Why is it that all we do is just fight.
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The wind is blowing through my hair, on this warm night.
The stars are setting down, so peacefully this night.

I'm sitting on this roof, just relaxing for a while.
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You used to be there, just watching after me.

Now you're only here, twice a year. Just so you can break my heart all over again, No wonder i'm this way.
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A river flows deep inside of me.
Circling round and round and round.

Dimished with self doubt, and questions of how.
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Through bulky windows
Swans and doves march at the stroke of light.
Leopards as well as bats race through the night.
The Moon their only guide.
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On the left

Perfect petite legs, long blond shiny hair.
Wind blows through the flower dress she wears.
Exercise mat, and calories listed.
No tears no scars, happiness and joyness.
Graceful, beautiful, and thin.
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Dreams shattered,
Words untold
A heart to hold.
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What is this feeling.....

It's like i don't even exist, Why do i feel like this?
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Do you know the feeling...

When you laugh all day long, until the next day dawn
With everyone on your side, so you wont fly away to the skies
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Across the street is a new house with a room painted red, with no holes of white.
Next to me, a house purple, with its color pealing off, with holes of black and white
At the end of the street, an old house once yellow, what now remains white.
The sound of a hammer building a house, entering a place with a color unknown.
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Thee I love too dearly.
Thy existence on a thread nearly.

Wound thee, I never could.
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Like aleaf, We are not the same.
People like to judge, the one that don't think sane.

While everyone hangs out and laughs.
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Im standing in the bus, whilst it stops.

It stops, like the smile on my face.
My school is scary, and broken, like my soul and mind.
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