Friday, July 22, 2011
I look through the kaleidoscope of my emotions, crashing down in colors of pain.
The looking glass is dark and murky
I can't seem to find my way.
The winshield of my future is fogged up
by countless tears that fall like endless rain.
Desperately clinging closely to you
Blindly, I find I'm in a meadow of dark shadow
Realizing we're swaying quietly and slowly
But I can't hear the music or know the meaning of it's beat
Just the sound of my heart bleeding out
Into deep pools and puddles at my feet.
The air is misty and grey,
Like vapors rising of my broken dreams that have gone away.
Strangely, I feel this meadow is somehow safe
And I hear you whisper my name.