| dance is life |


there is truth in love.a 60-year old photograph sits on a window sill, next to a white ballerina figurine whose arm has fallen off. the ballerina's face is still smiling, proof that the show must always go on. the sun shines through the window, casting shadow's along the room, the curtains flutter in the cool breeze. the open window shows the lovely countryside outside, the green hills with the yellow sunflowers and purple wild grasses.there is truth in love.
it looks like a heaven on earth. but no one knows the story behind this heaven, the story of a girl who's heart was broken. the story of a boy who left for war.
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she sits looking th


slipping through my fingers.darkness burrows deep in my minds eye never letting up, never letting go it speaks in riddles and in clues and never in answers.slipping through my fingers.
yet through the darkness there are bright images racing through my mind from a week ago, from 5 years ago from yesterday.
i can't remember everything i used to and i can't recall when i started to feel this way there are some things that just don't come back and yesterday is already
slipping through my fingers.


of swing sets and wood chips.they sit on a rusted metal swingset talking about things long past about love, life, freedom, the stars that shine bright above them.of swing sets and wood chips.
he was always there for her whenever she fell, he helped her up when she cried, he held her when she cut herself, he held the bandages
to her bleeding limbs, gently kissing them until the pain went away.
he would call her just to tell her that she was beautiful and to tell her that he missed her and that he would see her soon, maybe he would make her feel loved.
she would tell him that she couldn't be there


of crickets and long letters.you wrote me letters with trembling fingers tears spilling down onto the pages i cried over those poor littleof crickets and long letters.
chicken-scrawls knowing how much they cost you you and your rheumatic limbs.
war stories shared over the campfires with the sound of can openers scraping against canned soup the tantalizing smell of s'mores
forever wafting throughout the campsite.
the chirping of crickets reminds me of the time you taught me how to catch them i remember the feeling of
crushed crickets on my palms the stains of their blood will never w
by ~Love-Bot-44
by ~Varges
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