Story of her life.
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(I love the story behind this one but I need to work a lot on the strubcture and the way It's written.... but I just wanted to share it cause again, I love it!)
Here's a story
About a woman who thought she'd achieved glory.
Who faught her every fear,
and found out this world is not worth a tear.
She grew up hardly understanding
what life had chosen for her path,
she stumbled on her choices, she gained some pride,
and took her dreams further than real life.
Her only ambition was to find the one,
that unique man that could teach her to fly,
So she looked under every single rock,
Behind every frame and under every bed.
She met as many as she could afford to survive,
and to each one she gave the world, the moon and the stars.
She learned from every failure, and faught her deepest cradles,
But each and every time, she gave them more than she had won.
So one special night,
she decided to fight back,
Took her pride, her love and anger,
and amongst tears, started to write.
Describing her mistakes,
Explaining her regrets,
Gave birth to the most touching poetry shed' ever read.
But when she had it done,
and looked around her room,
there was noone to read it,
noone to share her love.
So she cried, for seven nights,
And built a fence around her heart,
With a door just big enough
so that she could safely get out.
After gathering the courage to leave her own soul behind,
She grabbed the key,
Breathed in,
And realized the lock only worked from the other side.
So now she's waiting, craving for the one,
that unique man that will open up her heart.
Here's a story
About a woman who thought she'd achieved glory.
Who faught her every fear,
and found out this world is not worth a tear.
She grew up hardly understanding
what life had chosen for her path,
she stumbled on her choices, she gained some pride,
and took her dreams further than real life.
Her only ambition was to find the one,
that unique man that could teach her to fly,
So she looked under every single rock,
Behind every frame and under every bed.
She met as many as she could afford to survive,
and to each one she gave the world, the moon and the stars.
She learned from every failure, and faught her deepest cradles,
But each and every time, she gave them more than she had won.
So one special night,
she decided to fight back,
Took her pride, her love and anger,
and amongst tears, started to write.
Describing her mistakes,
Explaining her regrets,
Gave birth to the most touching poetry shed' ever read.
But when she had it done,
and looked around her room,
there was noone to read it,
noone to share her love.
So she cried, for seven nights,
And built a fence around her heart,
With a door just big enough
so that she could safely get out.
After gathering the courage to leave her own soul behind,
She grabbed the key,
Breathed in,
And realized the lock only worked from the other side.
So now she's waiting, craving for the one,
that unique man that will open up her heart.
"The joke in your language won't come out the same" (Tom Petty)
I'm no dude! Dudette!
I'm no dude! Dudette!
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"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce