Donna Elouise James Biography

Sitting at the waters edge
Under a moon lit sky
I find my safe place to cry
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She returns again, looking for the sea,
looking, waiting, ever so patiently,
the tide of love slowly roles in,
with all its beauty and its sin.
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Underneath the apple tree
In the cemetery
Amongst the stones an the souls
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In the corner of my room
Curled up with my chin on my knees
I think about those days in the trees
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Its not broken, shattered,
Fractured or ripped apart
Just sprained and bruised
My bleeding heart
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