Deep in a world
that lacks all reality,
I see him smiling.
Oh, you little devil,
clothed in angel's wings,
why him?
Why is it him?
With the hands,
hands that beat,
beat out the tempo of my heart.
With the hands,
the hands that beat,
beat down on a friend.
Oh, you little devil,
armed against my defenseless heart,
why him?
Why is it him?
With the laugh,
the laugh that gives,
gives flight to my own.
With the laugh,
the laugh that costs,
costs the laugh of another's soul.
Oh, you little devil,
you've captivated me,
why him?
Why is it him?
I walk through the crowd,
clothed like a flower in its sweetest finery,
my cheeks bloom with blush like roses.
I'm looking,
I'm searching,
but what is there to find?
He stands apart,
with that careless ease,
like some kind of soft summer breeze.
He's looking, too,
he searches and finds.
His eyes land on me.
He's walking towards me
and my tempo speeds up.
He smiles that smile
that is more than a smile
because it gives life to my own.
That's when the voices come-
-he hurt your friend-
says the on I hold dear,
-I will never forget you-
says the one that I lost,
-maybe you can help him-
says the voice of Hope,
-he will never grow up-
says the voice of Reason that haunts.
I'm torn between
the dream and hope
and
reality.
But,
I am
Deep in a world
that lacks all reality,
I see him smiling.
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A Compilation of My Soul
AléatoireThe best way to describe this is just as the title says- a compilation of my soul. These are the short stories, the poems, the scenes never completed, the lessons I have discovered in me through the years. I believed it only right to share them with...
