I have your song stuck in my head
I'd rather listen to the wind instead
The faded phantoms play an eerie song
The notes i wish had long since gone
The tales of broken hopes and dreams
Woven in moonlight's silver beams
They say that love's a fairytale
Those whispers of the nightingale
A lovely lady clad in white
Still dances in my dreams tonight
I beg her pray remember me
That goddess of the what could be's
Shine me a star in the twilit morn
To guide this heart that's been so torn
Lend me a wish for the years to come
Show me the love that's naught for some
Prove to me love shall never die
The melancholy maiden cries
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The Art of Confusion
PoesíaDiana Miller is schizophrenic...or at least she thinks so. She has never been clinically diagnosed because her father believes that mental illness is demon possession, and she knows he would never take her to a psychiatrist. To cope with her inner c...
