All I do
Resting here a quiet wind touching me hear the gentle, yet crushing sea sweep over the smooth stones
A salty smell on the breeze a rustle of grass why is it that I'm crying on this beutiful place?
Simple melody song by a small bird the tune fading in the distance
I feel my heart pounding something that feels like sadness and loneliness lingers here
The wind makes a sudden blow my hair dances and floats along I see a field of flowers before me
Tears drop silently The white flowers get red drops on them red as the crimson blood in my veins
Pain in my heart blood dripping from my fingers too many pages turned to sharply
A mirror in the distance lonely in the open field a glance on my torn self and all I do is simply shrug
LunaWillowind · Mon Nov 12, 2007 @ 10:12pm · 0 Comments |