Break Awayby ~Faoiltiarna-WolfA need to escape, A need to run, A need to be free. My heart is tight within my chest, as I look to the mountains, so far from me. A taste of freedom, my soul longs for, seemingly out of reach. If only I had wings, to carry me across the still waters, to carry me away from this dead life. Tired of my feet feeling parched earth, I want to feel the grass, see the trees, smell the flowers. I want to touch the sky and break away. |
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I Feel At times like this,I Feel by ~Faoiltiarna-Wolf
I feel so alone,
I know you're here,
I know you love me.
Yet still I feel withdrawn,
cloaked within myself,
hiding.
I long to be...
wanted,
desired,
liked,
loved.
It is like a drug,
I cannot quit.
Maybe it's the depression,
but when I'm like this,
there are two drugs I crave,
love and solitude.
Torn between being alone,
so you won't see the pain,
and being loved enough
to erase the pain.
Each day it grows,
worse and worse,
needing more and more,
until I drain you dry,
with nothing
left to give.
Waiting for you...
to touch me,
to want me,
to hold me,
to love me.
At tim
The Warrior's Quandy I hear the drums, the chanting,The Warrior's Quandy by ~Faoiltiarna-Wolf
far behind me, near the camp.
I sit alone, under Grandmother Moon.
I need to think.
Which path is right?
Which path is wrong?
Will we, the First People,
regret this way we forge?
The elders counsel waiting,
the younger feel the flames of war,
they hear the call of the drums.
The white devils make many promises,
but the only ones they keep involve violence.
So many of our people, not just warriors,
woman and children, slain as well,
left to rot, lost to history.
We've been driven from our lands,
so many times,
uprooted from our past.
What will the future hold?
Will our ways die?
Our
Complicated Our situation isComplicated by ~Faoiltiarna-Wolf
more than complicated.
An intricate puzzle
of millions of pieces.
You're half a world
away from me.
Always taking,
never giving.
I never complain
not to you,
not outloud.
But to myself,
I wonder,
why must it be
so complicated.
Little Sweetheart You call me yourLittle Sweetheart by ~Faoiltiarna-Wolf
'little sweetheart'
When we're alone.
Never where anyone
might hear you.
I almost expect you
to look from left to right.
Making sure no one
is around.
Are you ashamed of me?
Is that what it is?
My love is not good enough?
I give you all my time,
and you hide me away.
Even a doll gets shown off,
every now and again,
but not me.
We're alone now,
no one is around
to hear you call me
your little sweetheart.
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