The Reflection on The Well
Through the waters it all went,
the dark void well.
Looking down.
There she stood,
looks at the one that reflects.
Her shoulders looked heavy,
and those in eyes were locked.
Her gaze was upon
the woman above.
Calling her out, and
No one responds
Maybe she's deaf?
Or just to me she isn't fond
She stares with bitterness,
with no light,
her thoughts are in the wilderness,
come back during twinight.
Though her thoughts are away,
her soul must stay.
She chose to be stood by as may.
to the girl above her eyes chose to lay.
She looks uptight
Looks ahead with no light
Her feet must be glued
Cunfused without a singe clue
Though her thoughts are away
Her soul must stay
Still she choose to stood by as May
To the girl across her eyes choose to lay
She is staring blindly
To something only both of us can see
Could it be that Aphrodite
Has blinded thee
Although she's a goddess herself
Like roses with torns
That blooms and withers
Through summer and winter
feelin' the cold breeze,
sure enough she felt that too.
the shivers i tried to seize.
the hopes and dreams I blew.
I stood there cold.'
she stood as well.
everything seems pointless.
so to the woman I bid my farewell.
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