Give them strength, as this day unfolds
Not all dreams are made of gold
Sunlight needles my windowpane
I hope to God they won't be shamed
Blue skies, butterflies, autumn leaves fall
Grey skies, inherent lies, my heart stalls
An echoing call, a plea for love
A lone male voice quavers up above
She makes her decision. Indecision.
Two souls caught in the palm of a hand
By her breath their hair is fanned
A halo of misconception
Let them seek redemption
Babe sleeps, clutched in a net of bubble wrap
Baby mislaid in confused mishap
One heart shatters, into clichés he can no longer doubt
In the darkness guilt pours out
Comments
Beeme | January 5, 2010 - 19:32
Great rhythm, I really enjoyed. Beeme x
sabzwin | January 5, 2010 - 21:13
Yes I'm Jealous :)
Sabzwin xx
ankari | January 6, 2010 - 17:35
thankyou. it took considerable time counting out on my fingers :P ankari x