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The pain of a poetConfiding in a broken star
The last hope dies...left behind
All that remains is a broken soul
Into the sky...
I can't find the right path
Lost in your grave,two roses burning each other
Dark sky,filled with emptiness and sorrow
I don't know how to find my way
Distorted reality and powerless music...
Caught inside my own self
Two angels fighting over a broken devil's hand
Marble happiness and growling violins
Tears falling from the sky,your voice echoes
forever in the cave of my own self
Dragging away the symphony
Lyrical sympathy and endless beauty
My mind is dark,filled with the smell of roses
And the scent of your last kiss...
I Was Always The Quiet OnePeople fly past
Quickly, like light,
My heart beats fast
In my throat, my mouth,
Beating faster than the music in my ears,
Egging me on as I ran and ran and ran.
Because I don't want this to be over,
I don't want to let this slip by me,
I don't want to end up missing another chance.
So I run, I run, I run,
I won't watch you walk away from me again,
Because you make me too happy,
You fill me so much,
You make me smile with one look,
So of course I'll run to you.
I don't care if we said goodbye 5 minutes ago,
I'm going to run after you,
My feet soaring off the pavement,
People look but I don't care anymore,
I won't imagine this scene one more time,
I'm going to do it, I have to tell you.
I don't care if words won't come when I get there,
If I can't think of how to tell you
Just how much you mean to me,
I'll keep running after you,
Adrenaline shoots through me like lightning,
Even if I don't know where to start,
How to tell you everything, everything,
You are everything,
Happiness fills m
My FairytaleThis is my fairytale,
This is my bride to be,
Behind my face so pale,
A world you cannot see,
This is my fairytale,
This is my price to pay,
And though I'm bound to fail,
At least I'll see the day,
Inside my fairytale,
I'll meet my bride to be,
And despite the rain or hail,
My love will marry me,
Drink to my fairytale,
Drink to the world so cold,
And while I drown in ale,
I'll reap the fields tenfold,
Oh God my fairytale,
Proclaim to rest under,
So wounded and so frail,
I lay to weep by her,
This is my fairytale,
This is my insanity,
Though my bride be dead and pale,
She's the only soul in me,
My crying fairytale,
This is my fallen dream,
Wooden boats have all set sail,
They drown within the stream,
This is my fairytale,
She is my bride you see,
Her innocence so dead and stale,
But she's still beautiful to me,
She was my fairytale,
Her care kept me alive,
And the coffin eats its last nail,
And I set to take the dive,
I scream for my fairytale,
The world went and broke her bones,
Eternal PassionSilence took over. Then the rain and her tears. She's vulnerable. Exposed in the night. Clearly seen by her stalker. He can see the fear. Smell the pain. He understands her suffering.
The man she once loved abandoned her for another woman and yet, she stills feels it. That same sensation she felt when he kissed her. That same calm she felt when he held her, so gently. She lay on his chest and felt his shallow breaths.
Remembering, when he told her, "I will always love you." It burned her very soul. The pain he caused her, never took away her love for him. She leaned on the tree by the cemetary gates. Her soft whimpers blended into the sounds of the wind.
The seconds passed by as she stared into the shining full moon. She could feel a sudden coolness come over her body. A hand slid down into hers. She jumped back, pressing her body into the tree. "Why are you crying?" said the soft voice of a man, who stepped out from behind the tree.
He walked in fro
The Coffee GodThe Coffee God behind the counter shuffles foot to foot, a dance of steam and espresso. Black painted fingernails, inch gauged ears and a gray striped sweatshirt, hood crooked on his back. There's a cigarette tucked behind one ear; it bobs and twitches with each step.
“Non-fat caramel latte,” he calls, just as he always does, part of a spell, part of a mantra, toneless (just a tuck at the end). I reach. He looks up.
The espresso maker hisses.
There's something like a grin, something like a spark, something like a shared secret linked eye to eye. When he passes over the drink (rough cardboard sleeve hot to the touch), he lingers. Our fingers brush, a shiver, a jolt, a ten-watt shock.
The Coffee God tilts his chin, shouts, “Hey, mind if I take my break now?”
and ducks around the counter without waiting for a reply.
He slips his cigarette between his lips without taking his eyes from mine. I follow him out the door.
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