Brightening spirit within the dancing coloured lights when the words will not reveal their mystery in their memories of twinkling feelings
Saturday, March 13, 2010
Boomerang Girl
Boomerang girl, in the hurricane wind, magnetised and alive, daring and obsolete. Boomerang girl, who are you trying to fool? Didn't you read the news? haven't you noticed the years? Am I the picture of one who needs replaced? Am I the dream of the reality you saw in me? Are you yet in a dream? Has life made you empty, has it stolen away your heart? When you smile do you smile? and when you love do you love? Or the cold I see in you, the coldness of indifference and unlonging? How are you today Boomerang Girl and who have you become? Are you your own nightmare come true? Has your idea of love proved to be an idea of deception and spite? Deluded Boomering Girl and your nose in the air......
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