Through every storm and every hurricane her oceans never stirred
Upon reflection though she cannot say how it's altered her
It never rains
It pours on her
As the stains wash away
She will keep on keeping on until there's nothing left for her
Lying to her would be suicide after all she's had to take
But where to go beyond the red stop light?
Across the borders that she makes
It never rains
It pours on her
And as the stains are washed away
Will she be ok if she keeps on keeping on?
Oh she will keep on keeping on until there's nothing left
No-one has had it worse than her she'll have you believe
She has so much love to give and to receive
But she will keep on keeping on until there's nothing left
She will keep on keeping on until there's nothing left for the girl called "Obsidian"
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Gonna have to read this a couple more times. My favorite is the stop light across the borders that she makes.
Thanks for this beautiful piece. There's insight gleaned from knowing what Obsidian actually is. This was layered, rich, and great to read.
I'm always very happy to see you've posted.
Rated and appreciated.
Skele, it's easy not to like her until you understand why she is the way she is. Heroin is an ugly bed fellow. I love her unconditionally.
Dennis, I'm always glad to read your comments, You never fail to say the right thing and your responses are thoughtful and well measured.
C.K., a pleasure to be read by you, the gift is not so much in the words as in the sharing.