11th january - for my helga , on her birthday.

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darling heart, flutter very hard
to be free, flit and fly between sides, they all
like you but nobody (loves) you and oh,to be loved
but those days all you heard were bare words and felt was dry shock,
a play thing, a toy, for all the life to be forced out of you,
humiliation buried deep inside sin, fake smiles and anything, just anything to
stop them coming inside your skin.
your voice is not welcome inside of their ears and their eyes sew your lips
back together. with the wires in which they imprison innocent foreign men.
the hunger for your touch is all. they don't want to know your name,helga
they just want you. for an hour or two.
i can see that behind the ruthless streak is some weak trembling girl and she's crying
her heart out (take me home) - and please don't make me write of you any more,
fill in the blanks. you are so cold , a perfect ice queen and yet i associate you with love and warmth.
these words are cut away from the lining of my soul,
the part that will forever be your own. today, in the midst of a crowd i thought i heard your name
but i shook myself, tried not to cry,fakesmiled&laughed and you were gone again

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