oktober
19 november 2007
Cerulean Eyes
These Cerulean eyes of mine,
Will never show you my fear.
They will never show you my suffering
Or the aching pain of wasted years
These Cerulean eyes of mine
Will
Why can I not be as the others are?
Or as they want me to be?
I am different, that is true,
But I am me.
And to myself and to my friends,
That is enough.
I am who I am,
And you cannot change
This small planet I call home
and yet not in entirety
offers solitude
loneliness
a chance to think
and for concerns to haunt me
A few days of proximity
cannot make up for
a thousand years al
Within your breast,
A black rose bloomed.
A flower of Death,
Of vengeance without rest.
The past must die,
The present end
For your future to begin.
Prepare yourself, another life.
Abandon
The wind spoke to me,
I listened and heard.
Whispering voices
That called my name.
Do you remember?
They asked me.
Remember love?
I had no answer.
I knew no mother,
Love
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