My soul, my heart, my love


To torture you, my soul,
my heart, my love
On angels wings, the dream
comes from above

To see me now,
to dream, and then to fly
I will not ask,
I will not ask you why

To look at me
like no one before did
To torture you,
from my all lift the lid



About blue

I am a divorced single mum to a teenage kid, and at present re-emigrating to my homecountry Germany. Writing helps me to clear my thoughts, but as well to turn sadness, fear, and regret into something beautiful and release it from my heart.
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