Let us sing the song of my many paths. Oh virtue, oh satire. Betrayal. Morph me in to what you will. I beg for sanctuary. Just a simple touch to relieve the pain. Out of reach. Out of reach. The fool...yet again. I am the hanged. Let me dry in the breeze. Silence. Only silence. I need... I want... That which I will not say. Can't you read my mind? A convenience. A toy. Some one, prove me wrong. Wanted. My fantasy. To be wanted. Loved. My life's prayer. Please, God, give me peace. Give me sanctuary. I have no stupidity. My guts twist and turn. In the back of my head. In the corner. In the corner. Tie my hands and watch me struggle. I know when I'm not wanted. Obligations. Just file me as another. My heart, means nothing. My body, used and ugly. Trash. Only trash. Find me last. Think of me last. Only love. All I have to give. All I want. Never sure. Never invited. Alone. All alone.
I hear a series of abstract thoughts ,vague and charming ,and from afar,and lonely
turn me into what you like only hold me tight ,its all i want
just take the pain away,nothing i feel beauty or charms
only love,i give and expect a lot,will someone take me
this was written while feeling a very special mood,i rarely seen the like
so much depth here..you could feel it all along
lovely write
I hear a series of abstract thoughts ,vague and charming ,and from afar,and lonely
turn me into what you like only hold me tight ,its all i want
just take the pain away,nothing i feel beauty or charms
only love,i give and expect a lot,will someone take me
this was written while feeling a very special mood,i rarely seen the like
so much depth here..you could feel it all along
lovely write
My pen name is Shelly Braen, I'm twenty five years old.
I love Books, Writing, Art, Music, Playing the Piano, and Photography.
Favorite Photographer: Robert Mapplethorpe
Favorite Painter: Gustave .. more..