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‘To write is to escape, to write is to be true, to write is to unleash,

 

To write is to pour out the overflowing liquid within,

 

To write is to be me.

To write just is.’

 

Aimee Pegram 22 years old Spends most of her time making out of the ordinary crazy furniture for a living but every spare moment she has she writes. Poetry has always been a love of hers but The passion to write herself became apparent at the age of 18 when she fell upon the fact that she could sing. So she went out and got her first acoustic guitar, learnt a few chords and began to evolve into a songwriter.

4 eventful and inspiring years on She now gigs around the London / south east area.

 

 

‘Writing and performing is my ship.. my verge.. my exit..

And to share it makes the journey a whole lot more pleasurable.’

www.myspace.com/aimeepegram

Innervoice

 

I am the soul that left you behind,

I am the poison that intoxicates your mind

I am the needle that unpicks the seams

And it is my face that won’t leave your dreams

 

You know, I know that they know

Something’s very wrong in here

And they know, you know that I know

That this room is full of fear.

 

Although you haunt my dreams

As much as I hate to see your face -

There's a hundred other reasons why I cant sleep

 

And although im filled with fear

I don’t quake in my boots for you –

So why don’t you get the fuck out of here..

 

Mine are the hands that caress your skin

And I am the air that your lungs breathe in

It is my light that you long for each day

But it is my darkness that drives you this way

 

I am the passion that burns in your eyes

I am the weakness that draws out your lies

I am the soul that left you behind,

I am the poison that intoxicates your mind

 

Addiction.

 

You, open like water,

You, swim away,

 

But I, I drown in my

desolation.

 

You, blow your sins away,

With one click of those pretty fingers,

You take a step towards the perfect day,

 

But I, I drown in my

desolation,

 

Oh, Oh how I crave for you,

Your open eyes melt my mind,

I would die for you

 

Oh, Oh how I crave for you,

Your open eyes cripple my spine,

I would die for you

 

We’re all in the race

 

I enjoy falling to the bottom,

Every time I do,

It’s a bigger challenge of how quick I can get up,

How long will it take this time?

Until something as simple as the sound of the rain

 urges me to tumble back down again.

 

 Drown me Dry

I could cut you into pieces

And sweep you to the corner of this room

But does dismantling you have any effect

On the pain that will resume

 

I let you push my buttons

And now I feel abused

Your choice to drown me dry

Left you more confused.

 

And as I tape up these boxes

And bury them in the ground

 I Burn the patch that’s on my skin

That used to have me bound.

 

 
 
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