There's a faded line Between reality and time I Catch myself remembering rejection Straddling a log fence watching Them play and laugh and shout Odd girl out Too loud I used to be an expert at stilts Stride the mud like a queen I could do anything If I just believed but I never prayed hard enough to Make God real and It would be a version of Drop Dead Fred who Emerged the memories in my head Read more...
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Seeping
Vennie tells it the best, our story and pain, seeping it out through a poetic song. When this poem was first written every time I would try and speak it, it came out musically. It just felt right. So that is how it is Seeping http://youtu.be/swEjqseJ820