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.

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