12-15-2009, 06:02 AM
A lighthouse in the middle of the ocean
All the maidens would only go for glisten
I'm not a twinkle
But could you spare me a little cycle?
An island in the middle of nowhere
Any chance of a seeker are rare
The ocean pulls me under
The silence tears me asunder
To the cold palace I wander
A rose in the snow
Only me in the vast will glow
Withered through the autumn
Only to meet the winter
A feeling that will only get wider
A wall left unscribbled
A puzzle left riddled
A rope left hanging
A chair there standing
A columbarium of hope
Perched on top of this slope
I'm a step away from falling
The fibres on this rope are pulling
Why is my angel in concrete?
Why is her whisper so discrete?
Never graced by her presence
Can I afford more patience?
There is still desire and craving
A hope inside to get a little loving
To try and see through my own pretending
The same reasons I wrote these wordings....
All the maidens would only go for glisten
I'm not a twinkle
But could you spare me a little cycle?
An island in the middle of nowhere
Any chance of a seeker are rare
The ocean pulls me under
The silence tears me asunder
To the cold palace I wander
A rose in the snow
Only me in the vast will glow
Withered through the autumn
Only to meet the winter
A feeling that will only get wider
A wall left unscribbled
A puzzle left riddled
A rope left hanging
A chair there standing
A columbarium of hope
Perched on top of this slope
I'm a step away from falling
The fibres on this rope are pulling
Why is my angel in concrete?
Why is her whisper so discrete?
Never graced by her presence
Can I afford more patience?
There is still desire and craving
A hope inside to get a little loving
To try and see through my own pretending
The same reasons I wrote these wordings....