Thursday, October 28, 2010

Because My Life's a Puzzle,With the Pieces Torn Away. O.o

As she stand ashore of the noisy sea,
The wind blows, The air fragnanted,
The waves are playing,
The day is Sunny. 
people chattering,She dances along.
The smile painted on her face 
And the bliss smoked upon her heart.
The song written on her mind,
But. There's something missing. 
Something which breaks the smile,As she stand ashore of the noisy sea,
The wind blows, The air fragnanted,
The waves are playing,
The day is Sunny. 
people chattering,She dances along.
The smile painted on her face 
And the bliss smoked upon her heart.
The song written on her mind,
But. There's something missing. 
Something which breaks the smile,
Brushes away the bliss, 
And does not let the rythym of the song cherish her sunny days. 
Something that does not let her find peace in the sun, 
But in solitude,Darkness,Darknights. 
something that makes her feel like she's in a quiet dungeon,
Even when her earphones are bursting. 

She observes the Evanthe, 
The white shows calm and peace on the outside,
But the Mustard within depicts the pain. 
She touches the thorns of a rose, 
And she's so torn apart,that she cannot gather the strength to feel the abysmall and mysteriously soothing touch of the petals.
the smell of the burning grass,
Doesn't let herself gather up to Wait along to observe the aromic garden. 

Because her mind's tied up in the memories of the days,
When the sun conquered her heart and the nights were when her soul rested. :) 

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