Darkness invades the house.
In the night, a sharp cry is heard...
In the dark corner of my room lies a porcelain...
Her smile plastered on her delicate face, fake...
Memories from the past.
Tears stream down my face...
Winter's heavy blanket covers the lifeless,
As snowflakes dance with the wind's rythmn...
Blond hair reflecting in the light.
Deep green eyes translating emotion...
Trapped within myself.
Hidden beneath the lies...
Before you begin, please listen to me.
I don't want to hear your "I'm sorry's"...
A contorted image stares back at me, reality.
From my window, images of what is and was...
I look at the clock,
Ticking away as time passes...
*I have so many ideas for this theme, so i might...
The poet's blank canvas stares back at him...
If you only knew what I try so hard to hide.
If you only knew about the rivers I've cried...
The wind caresses my cheek,
As its soft voice echoes at my ear...