Rebecca Stansfield Poems
|1.||Fish To Water||7/18/2011|
|2.||When The Devil Took Over||7/18/2011|
|6.||My Plan To Stop My Heartache||7/19/2011|
|7.||In That There||7/19/2011|
|8.||Our Loves Will Come To Us||7/19/2011|
|18.||If You Choose One Choice I Miss You||7/19/2011|
|19.||Maybe I'Ll Have A Nightmare||7/19/2011|
|21.||Half A Woman||7/19/2011|
|24.||I Can'T Tell How Much You Love Me Yet||7/19/2011|
|40.||Veins Turning Older||7/21/2011|
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The Kind Of Day When Violins Play
Clouds made up of sounds of violins, the white clouds that seldom move, if you stare for days.
The birds that never seem to look angry, even as the crows, eat their own friendships.
The kind of day when the sky, looks like a flying ocean, and you want to jump up into it, not realising that you cannot fly upside down.
When the monsoon is barley a problem, because you like the look of the rain anyway, because it looks like sunrays, sunrays from the sky.
The kind of day when the trees hardly seem to sway, even if there was a tornado, you'd refuse to run away.
And the crickets that ...
I know my excitement left when you had to leave,
I knew you didn't want to though,
From the look that was in your eyes,
That said 'No
No, I don't want to go'.