The girl in the ticket booth, I see her day after day, like a doll In her plastic wrap, keeping her pristine Before somebody can get their grubby fingers Onto her pale skin and run through her hair That is fiery red and drapes across eyes As she prints off our tickets to board the [âŠ]
having to explain that i am a straight woman
Cherish Life that Abideth â William Morris
Advertisements Love is enough: cherish life that abideth, Lest ye die ere ye know him, and curse and misname him; For who knows in what ruin of all hope he hideth, On what wings of the terror of darkness he rideth? And what is the joy of manâs life that ye blame him For his [âŠ]
Through the Trouble and Tangle â
Advertisements Love is enough: through the trouble and tangle From yesterdayâs dawning to yesterdayâs night, I sought through the vales where the prisoned winds wrangle, Till, wearied and bleeding, at end of the light I met him, and we wrestled, and great was my might. O great was my joy, though no rest was around [âŠ]