Solitary At Concert
Mislead me with your thoughtsAnd I will consume my compassion
I will walk above the waters
And fly beneath the heavens.
I always believe in you
I trusted you with my whole life
But fume you shared with me
Claims a set of my falling knives.
You are my dearest papercut
But I'm nothing to you
You are my prettiest valentine
But you showed me no sympathy.
It's your mirror that blinds
The reflection that is so crystal
It's heart in shape and form
But a killing gun in every soul.
I answered your gun with my knife
And we wrestled 'til eternity
We created soundless wars only us can hear
We created deluded thoughts only us can fear.
Alone in this endless battle
Our estranged souls wandered in this world
We are beginnings in our own ends.
We are nirvana in our own pain.
Poetry by Jean Thomas
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Written on 2009-07-20 at 16:33
Tags Pain Fear Love
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