Poems:
"Touch"
You are the flower that separates my right from wrong,
you are the one shining light that keeps my mind from going dark.
But why?
why must you hurt me.....you leave a forver lasting mark.
I trust you, I love you.
You hurt me, but I will never go.
this love will only grow.
But sometimes the pain hurts too much...
But I don't want to be away from your soft..touch.
this poem is a work in progress and I still need to do some editing but I really do like it so far!
(If you haven't noticed, I put it in my signature.)
"picture perfect"
there you were, twirling and wirling in the sea of faces unknown.
But only if you existed, perhaps it would mean something in this hurricane that is my mind.
you sit in the sunlight, on a log next to the sea.
Hair waving in the wind. Maybe it isn't so impossible....to love one who is lost to me.
one who is lost in my broken mind. Your love is all that can truly set me free.
I can see you now...I can finally see you. Maybe my mind isn't broken, or perhaps you have just
fixed it. Thank you, thank you.
You sit picture perfect, finally a frozen picture in the mirror that reflects my memories.
{"Tattered"
One~
She sits lonely in a room, back to the wall.
Trying, trying to forget them all.
Her hands are shaking, and tired.
Everything has gone wrong. But the music box still sings to her.
A broken and tattered music box this is....
A very sad and pitiful music box this is......
But why does it still sing?
A sad lulliby,
this one will give no diamond ring.
Two~
There she is, dancing in the wind!
Dress blowing, hair flowing.
She watches the ocean, the waves crashing as if the
mermaids have all come out to play.
Ah, but there are no games to play today...
Three~
Crash, goes the mirror.
Down goes the girl, her Facial expression unable to be hidden.
Face red, hair tattered.
Tears going down her face like the rain on an Autumn day.
Cold thoughts going through her mind, The day...She wanted to rewind.
"Break me"
it seems to be written all over my body...Sometimes it feels
as thought the pain will never stop. So perhaps I should show you
The broken and bitter mirror that is my life. Constantly reflecting my fears and my worries...ever so constant.
~Trance~
I am not a part of your Mascurade, I will not dance.
I will not cover my face, forever in your trance.
You hide behind your mask, your name I will not ask.
I must now finish my forbidden task.
I hope you remember me, from this game I will not flee.
Be my partner in this eternal pirouette.
we can dance on to another day.
