Monday, November 8, 2010

The beaten heart and the bleeding soul

Where are you my little one?
In this dark wicked wilderness
How are you my cute one?
Under these skies of senseless
Wonder why, sometimes I
wonder why it's not any time soon
wonder, am I chosen or an illusion?
about the pain beneath these burdens
and to be earnest, is it forbidden?
No wonder its distance, oh this distance..

I scream and scream, my griefs
my pain and tears, extremes
this feast of rhymes explain
My ways of days in dreams
Oh crystal eyes, where's my light
to reflect back, on those smiles
I will sway on strides, until its time
to make you mine till the end of life..

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