HOLD YOUR HEAD UP! (WATER UNDER THE BRIDGE) KEEP H[]LDING []N/ EVERTHING's GONNA BE ALRIGHT!

Meanwhile rented a tiny apartment,waiting on a CO.....In order to move in offically,while my belongings are line drying.....Once again, I lost some more of my treasure's AND A PIECE OF MY SOUL as I sit sobbing on the floor.......(LET's title this heartache" WATER UNDER THE BRIDGE " Because once again,I am at the mercy of other's,that in my absence they deem,what is of value,and what is rubishAS MY THING'S ARE DISGAURDED,I PRAY TO GOD FOR STRENTH,AND REMIND MYSELF,THIS TOO SHALL PASS! (I remind myself I've been through/ WORST.....A long time "when I use to be a child,our house burnt down "since then,to this day to this day ,I hate the expression=KICKED THE BUCKET-so I walked home from (school) first grade,never did that before.Should have know some thing was wrong......Walk up to a house ,where the black of the smoke chared scared the house side,the part's that were left,and not burnt down .......POINT YOU WONDER,MY FAMILY,they come running to me (JOY).....MY PET's (hense the expression,THEY KICKED THE BUCKET,for week,s I turned over every bucket looking for THEM! SO YOU SEE WITH OUT THE CERTIFICATE OF OCCUPANCY,I HAVE NO WHERE TO PUT MY SOGGY STUFF....... ps. I also hate the expression killed two bird's with one stone(aka.The lost of Three Family memeber' on the way to my home for Thanksgiving! (MORE WATER UNDRE THE BRIDGE)=I will try to move Mountain's=ONE STONE @t a timt.......JUST GIVE ME A MOMENT ,I FEEL LIKE I HAVE ONE GREEN LEAF!

[]When I cry, that cry. I feel every feature of my face disform....As my face,expresses a silent scream,then my eye's burst a river.....As I feel my face,and chest swell with the rush of heartache.....My heart begins to beat so fast,with such speed. Like a bullet,shot out of the chamber of a gun...... Then breath becomes deep,and shallow, as if I'm, reaching from the bottom of my soul.... As if I'm inside looking up,I feel my heart ripping right out from under my rib. As this near silent howl,comes from the bottom, of my soul......And I sob,like a baby,left cold,and unheld........All at once a overwhelmed heart,"say's I give! Take the rest of me....To have a heart,hurts to much........Scab's of love scrapped,then every heartache bleeds..... Echoing through, the broken chambers,of what use to be my heart......As I try to hold on to breath,I see through glassy eye's...Numbness,from face to feet, Is this my lesson, for loving.....The passage in my throat,is closed making it hard to breath... My facial fetures feel,like cured clay. A disfigured sculpture,to represent"WHAT IS PAIN" My heart slows down,and skips a beat,an off beat rythm....Always skipping a beat,as all broken hearts do,echo......THE CREATION OF RYTHM,AND BLUES......Yet I know it still remains to exist(my heart),because it hurt's so bad.... To remind me of life,to continue to breath,with pattern.....I feel as hallow,as a dying tree......In the middle of a green forrest,with one GREEN leaf left,breath ........ALEZIA

RAINBOW&MOTHER(sing)

I WILL BE HOME FOR CHRISTMAS GLITTER KISSES X[]x