Trapped | |
I look at you and think to myself what makes my heart tremble and weep with awe?
Is it those beautiful eyes that twinkle like the stars of heaven, frightening even the gods themselves?
Or is it the passionate smile that tells a thousand words and kills the mournful soul?
Or maybe the tender kiss, that pushes the earth out of its revolving orbit?
No, it must be your temperate hands, warm and welcoming, that even the sparks color sob in agony.
Every time the thought comes to mind, my very soul leaks and tries to extricate through your labyrinth affection, but I am always trapped and fall again to your attraction. |
The Truth | |
Looking back the roads of fear and pain I don’t realize the past given In days when I shed the end And all those hatred that soon will bend All that life can give only lies within the shard of broken dreams A weary rose is a broken dream, dead as is silent. The moon is shame and woe My feet tremble of the sudden memories Those thoughts that leads to nothing more then a broken heart Those experiences that beds my night. Roses blossom with extinguished flames and credulity The blazing thorns burn through hope
As the darkened clouds color the blemishing sky A sudden wind blew the southern south And the tears fell through the lightening sky I stand in frustration and seep in fear As blubbering echoes strike my desolate face I feel the breaking breeze of a starting rampage Conscience drags in to remind of my truthful past As I sit with the budding rose Leaving behind the thorny ends When I look forward, the future dims When I look down, the present fades When I look back, the truth reveals. |