Pt9- A shadow or reflection?People were created, all from a song and so beautiful they shined so bright. Story goes angels got jealous, thru years twisted words in diff languages. Confusion. Jealous they took this object shattered its beauty to pieces. Shimmering and so soothing this sound. They set afire, blazing ashes, covered it with mud. And still shimmering. Stolen, they decided to scatter these pieces. Into the darkness. A world covered in his hands. Looking for shelter these pieces find each other. Furious, this a star was born, he banished these winged demons into the shadows. And so time to play when this moon quenches its thirst from the sun. And not to be outdone. In this silence I stare into this darkness, whispers echo. Seeing this water move like feelings moving from shore to shore, take a shape and change within these years. A friend from hell sent to see these lovers plague. Feelings saved for somebody not yet met, crawling from her he sees her soul. And I always wonder years spent wishing, wondering. All taken in minutes, seconds, a lifetime of fear/hope shattered. Its all the same to invoke these sounds of love, fates of wronged. Still so pure, beautiful, and ice cold. In bloom, she waited, waiting to tend these sights. Just alone feel your eyes closing. Revolting, a better man couldve waited. Finally her silent whispers heard, I sit and see her eyes closing. A better day, see her live in the shores. Echoes for her failing, eluded and pitiful. No sense or nonsense. To see this shattered joy. Menthol in my face and soda, sublime soothing now. Echoes so simple and simply outdone. While Im waiting on my ride, brand new tattoo. Adios!!!
Posted on: Thu, 17 Oct 2013 05:30:46 +0000
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