when i was young, i believed in fairy tales... innocence was my guide.
but now fairy tales don't fit into my grown-up world....
and my innocence got left behind.
so now anger and hurt are my guide.... and i don't want you inside.
i can make it on my own.... so just leave me alone.
and you wonder why i can't accept your love?
well, i know what love is.
it's broken promises..... bruises.... and fear.....
so now anger and hurt are my guide.... and i don't want you inside.
i'm ten years old..... i can make it on my own.
but before i go to sleep tonight.....
and you wonder why i can't accept your love?
well, i know what love is.
it's broken promises..... bruises.... and fear.....
so now anger and hurt are my guide.... and i don't want you inside.
i'm ten years old..... i can make it on my own.
but before i go to sleep tonight.....
before you turn off my light...
will you sit here beside my bed,
and read me one more fairy tale?
( a song i wrote about denise)
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chills up and down my arms, blue. wow. can you post the audio of you singing this? does such audio exist? i believe it would be beautiful.
thank you for sharing this, your beautiful heart for this beautiful girl. i love it.
and yes, you will definitely love that book "one small boat" that i wrote about a couple weeks ago!!
christianne... the audio doesn't exist. but i may try to record it for you. and i'm glad you reminded me about that book. i need to write it down so i remember.
and yes, denise left an indelible mark on me, as did all the children at salem. you never forget them.....
Heart tugging and very profound Blue....this is so haunting. I think you should record the song. I would love to hear it too.
This grips my heart. I read your other post about Denise and T-man. Thank you for caring and for sharing this. I see babies born who are addicted to drugs all the time. I wonder what there lives will be like and I say silent prayers for them, asking God to protect them and keep them safe. We can't forget these children.
rebekah... i have to think and hope that God has a little extra grace and mercy for these ones, who are born with less than nothing...... who are paying for the sins of their fathers/mothers.
absolutely, beautiful blue in that desperately truthful & painful way ... longing for the fairy tale that will allow escape from cruel reality.
beautiful new profile pic, by the way!! :o)
lovely....we all crave for the fairytale irrespective of our age. We reminiscence about it before going to sleep & think perhaps we should again go back to our golden child-hood days, when we were all indifferent to the happenings, caring little about the external world!
I live in the blue mountains of Australia- thanks for your beautiful blog. x
Wow.....beautiful...I can feel your emotion coming from this!
thanks for visiting, rose. someone else told me about the blue mountains of australia when i first started the blog.... i wasn't aware about them before that. some of the best years of my life were spent in the blue ridge mountains and i still consider them 'home', even though i live in a different part of the appalchian region now.
i hope you stick around.... :)
nice poem.
Blue Mountains! I live in the Blue Mountains of Australia! Are your mountains really blue? ours are! :o)
hi simon! yes, the blue ridge mountains are indeed blue.... they have a blue haze that engulfs them. you are the second visitor i've had today from the blue mountains in australia....
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