Fiona Christensen

you are always in my heart

but no cleaners to mop the mess…

hiding and seeking…

En iewers langs die highway, het ek my beste pel verloor…

are we done yet

no… i thought not…

A gust of summer air blew in
Settling on our summer skin

Its a dangerous thing
Keeping it to yourself

libre

So now when you ask me how i am
with that mocking concern in your eyes
I paste on a smile
And tell you i’m fine

I hold it to lose it…

What? Who? Where? How? Why?

. It sneakily makes its ways past the hum of average life and lodges itself in your brain.

the truth, floats, down
flutters, falls, on my eyes
I see the real you, past your lies…

Born in the Underworld, where darkness is day,
She came like spring, like the first day of May.

The words are harsh,
The words are cold,
The words are mean,
The words are bold…

Just stop awhile and melt with me…

For me
There’ll you’ll be
For you… & me

Fly away my little sparrow
Break from this straight and narrow
path which leads to God knows where,
But follow the sun, it will lead you there.

What would you do if i left this world today….