AliceNot long ago but by far solitude, I seemed to have found myself. I attained the sun and dropped the moon. I felt emptiness, passion, and a love that could never spell the truth. I lost one shoe, while the other ran with my shade. It ran away with the world anf the thought of her name. It seemed to never come back in the dream where I choose to stay. Until oneday, upon the shades of gray. I walked through the forbidden city. Passing the hate and dancing with peace of the only city. I lost my direction and seemed to have been buried on this lonely street, and saw bueaty personified that could only be seen in dreams. Asked Her, if she knows theAlice
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Walking in the pavement of unwritten dreams, that have no where to grow. The number of my hidden soul, lurks with my paper and begins to write, what the pen of his thoughts can flow. Writer's block of an infinite elipses. Becomes shapes of spaces, and ignorent kisses. The very ink of my thought has run out. The seasons gave up on me, as every leaf of fall seemed to drown. Winter's cold and alone, as it plays music of its sadest sound. Summer days are not found, as the moon dreams of the sun's passion, growing in the ground. And finally my heart has nothing, but the spring's blanket and pillow clouds. I'm weak to my bones, a
In The Eyes Of HerStill, I see nothing.....In The Eyes Of Her
The Scene is filled with sadness, the sky mel an void and silent. Ally's whisper on what they don't understand. And the brick wall is the mirror, to my hidden dance. The badge number that hangs from my pants, reads the age of this mysterious girl, that lays dead before my hands. Should be no suprise, but the smell that orbits around me, reminds me on why I'm afraid to die. A promising nightmare. On a night that has no fear; that our hearts can share. What a pity, but then agian, this is the city that has no heart, but to walk with demons that make me feel shitty. She looks pretty. Her skin beautiful with
A Rose with A Band-AidYou smell like a color, like a green soul running lost through my city. A black flower painted in the skys as my grief, thought of, only as pity. You smell like color, like a phantom of a ghost running dead. Like my lover, bleeding my passion of a crying red. I listen to the bird fly in my room, of the things you are. Because the lamps of the night performe a heaven of a walking star. Dream about me, ok? and leave me there to pretend. As a knotted flame burning below the water of my sleeping bed. Days arent numbered when your in love, and I ask myself, what is the year of my hour? cause Im lost in some month of your dreaming flower. &nbA Rose with A Band-Aid
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