Truth


And truth comes sailing. All I can see is fragments
Pieces of love and comfort pushes like a gentle wave. And I surf into the beach still standing, when I do my walk on Earth

Sometimes truth seems fading. I can only create my own, based on the essence of that gentle push
This is my magic, my creation, based on what I see

Oh let me believe in Love
and see you


Art and Text by Swallows and Ladybirds

Apr 17, 2011

Glove



 
 The scar gives harder and not as good looking skin


 I try to give loving handshakes protected with gloves 
and I wonder why friends hurt when they touch me


 I take off my gloves and go naked 

With my wounds I can heal


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