Monday, July 29, 2013
Saturday, July 27, 2013
Remember My Works
The sorrow, the chain
With love I saw thee
Right there before me
Now, you are just gone
And there is nothing left
I blame, myself
There is, no one else
You were there with me
You loved so dearly
Now I am alone
And I fear emptiness
Yet I still live
I, contemplative
No place can I fall
No place here at all
My thoughts are gone too
There’s nothing for me now
So I smile my little smile
I do a little dip
No one would notice
The love that I miss
I dance across the room
With a tune all my own
No one can hear it
Just my playful spirit
I laugh a little laugh
I sing away the tears
No one would guess
Not in a million years
But that is the way
The way the world works
But remember my pain
But also, remember my works
Random of Me
I am different from everyone else. Yet everyone is different
from each other, so does that make me the same as everyone else? Or does
looking at me make it more obvious that everyone is unique? It can confuse
someone, but to me, it is obvious.
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