Poems being passed on
One by one
Tears being shed by thy
One by one
Strong words and dark emotions
Shield those from which can be
Even if they might be fake
Or even not reality
Those poems of fright and lack of confidence
Being passed on indifferently
I see two at my hands, each towards the other?
What shall become
With please understand and the untitled
And the one of love to no-one
Whist thy will write her own little poem
a small story of an explanation
Within little words and sad expression
Cuz this story has no moral
Or no plot
It is just of a girl, a little girl
Whom is told she's pretty
And can be dangerous when she thinks it
Because lured into somebodies smile
easily is she lost
And easily can her will break
Strengh is not her in times of emotion
Though those around her say it
Courage to speak when words are needed
(can't you hear me)
Are not notticed
Forgoten if not
Her words of past are lost in present
And she gets herself in places
Mysterious and forbiddin to her
In her mind she's gone
Vemon may sink
And the shine in thy's eyes vanish
Because this little girl can be very lost
Even as she writes her heart out into a poem
A poem to pass on
one by one
And to shed her tears
one by one
Oh she's allways falling
To where she doesn't belong
Holes bid her
One by one
She wants one hole which seems to pretty
And the other which seems so good
And then the one which lures her the most
Is of nothing
Nothing will become
And maybe there
She can decide to climb out
and where to go
Step by step
one by one
Too bad she only makes it worse
Within her pity mind
To breathe
one by one
And to not let herself go
Get lost
Yet again
The poems are around here
Words dismay
elligantly
One by one
One by one
Thy's deaths shall apear
-Megan
 playwithfire · Fri Aug 12, 2005 @ 06:24pm · 0 Comments |
