Bush fires

I hate silly tricks and I have decided I want proper magic. Not like the bunny from the hat but mind boggling heart stopping theatrics. I have never been in love. How do you know it's the real thing? If you are asking then it's not in your heart. Once upon a previous time I thought I was in love but it turned out to be a false alarm. Thanks goodness for all involved. My earth symbol was fire and he was wood. Dangerous combination you know. We continually fought bush fires. Mostly arson was to blame.

School Coat - I drew this when I was a child - Good times

Holding

Food and Sailors

Crackers crunch
You slurp and munch

Salty mind
Eyes are kind

Fill my wine
I'm almost thine

Tomatoes red
You mention bed

My toes curl
A hot mind swirl

Match my lost sock
Found key to my lock

Rhyming days
When you arrived at my bay

Drop the anchor
Sucked in by your bantor

Past Love

This was written recently for me by an old ghost. Sometimes old ghosts should stay under the sheet and haunt else where. By sharing I am removing it from my shoulders and my tears. It is all good though. Happiness runs through my spine now like a train in the night, dark, fast and hot.................


When everything's been torn apart
And there’s nothing left to scream or shout
There’s nothing left for us to say
We’ve said it all before
Surrounded by empty space
Been drifting here for years and years

The words never came
I wanted to say
The way you made me feel
The way I loved you
To do all the things you wanted to do
To be all that you wanted me to be

Where are we now?
Was it all bad?
I want you to see all that you mean me
What if we’d met on a different path?
Is it too late?
What if you’re leaving me in this empty place?

We’ve come this far
I know there was pain
Broken hearts can survive
Is it too late?
I could still be all that you wanted me to be

Where are we now?
Was it all bad?
I want you to see all that you mean me
What if we’d met on a different path?
Is it too late?
What if you’re leaving me in this empty place?

Where are we now?
Was it all bad?
I want you to see all that you mean me
What if we’d met on a different path?
Is it too late?
Is it too late?
Baby, is it too late?

Anominity

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