I listen to the silence
Where laughter used to be
As the record spins
Absent bodies move further from me
Elation only ever comes in moments
Then it runs away
I can hear the sobbing
Where the church bells use to sing
And I can hear the bullets rip out
As they hit me one by one
Death trails joy
No longer a fair trade
A treasure worn
Then locked and submerged to her grave
My heart sags on a torn sleeve
The ripples so heavy on the surface
Camouflage the rocks sleeping underneath us
If I could hop on the dragons back
I’d fly away
But the camels thirsting in the desert
And I think he’s lost his way
Written: 5~23~2013
Souldier Girl 
This is seriously beautiful.
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Wow, thank you very much!
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The dragon will come back to get you, SG, don’t worry.
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Thank you Johnny. I feel like giving you a hug now. A big one too.
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definitely not
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a fair trade
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No
Not at all
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“It’s so much darker when a light goes out than it would have been if it had never shone.”
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Yes absolutely. Love the way you phrased that- it hurts to live without it once you’ve felt the warmth. Thank you
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Wow nice and powerful… 🙂
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Thank you Quirky!
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You’re welcome! 🙂
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