Post by TKei on May 27, 2012 23:09:23 GMT -5
(A bit of 'cryptic' poem, maybe a bit hard to understand)
Just a, passing glance,
Of a, fading smile.
All I, ask is that,
You just, stay a while.
Behind these doors,
With curtains drawn,
We're sacrificed,
As if we're pawns.
So the, fire starts,
And the, people cry,
As we, run around,
And we, watch them die,
And yet again,
We still forget,
All of these fears,
And these regrets.
Just a, passing glance,
Of a, fading smile.
All I, ask is that,
You just, stay a while.
Behind the "I'm okay," and the "Nothing's wrong," there is still a broken heart. A broken heart that was never whole. A heart that was never given such a chance.
So that smile you once proudly gave,
Through the tears and pain it fades.
Your past tells a story, and it's that story which I read. But the future is not yet written, and so I lift my pen. Leave the past behind, the pains, the fears, regrets, and tears.
We'll escape, we'll get away, we'll run free.
Bring up the anchors, and we'll sail off.
Away from this island and away from those people.
No false smile or make-up can hide the truth.
People hurt. They really hurt.
Those fake smiles will fade,
And that make-up wears off.
But we can set ourselves free, and escape all the lies. We can live on our own, in a peaceful unity. Free from the anxieties, and free from the terrors.
And through these broken eyes, I see a broken heart.
And as you walk on by, you give a passing glance,
Of a fading smile, a new sign of romance.
Just a, passing glance,
Of a, fading smile.
All I, ask is that,
You just, stay a while.
Behind these doors,
With curtains drawn,
We're sacrificed,
As if we're pawns.
So the, fire starts,
And the, people cry,
As we, run around,
And we, watch them die,
And yet again,
We still forget,
All of these fears,
And these regrets.
Just a, passing glance,
Of a, fading smile.
All I, ask is that,
You just, stay a while.
Behind the "I'm okay," and the "Nothing's wrong," there is still a broken heart. A broken heart that was never whole. A heart that was never given such a chance.
So that smile you once proudly gave,
Through the tears and pain it fades.
Your past tells a story, and it's that story which I read. But the future is not yet written, and so I lift my pen. Leave the past behind, the pains, the fears, regrets, and tears.
We'll escape, we'll get away, we'll run free.
Bring up the anchors, and we'll sail off.
Away from this island and away from those people.
No false smile or make-up can hide the truth.
People hurt. They really hurt.
Those fake smiles will fade,
And that make-up wears off.
But we can set ourselves free, and escape all the lies. We can live on our own, in a peaceful unity. Free from the anxieties, and free from the terrors.
And through these broken eyes, I see a broken heart.
And as you walk on by, you give a passing glance,
Of a fading smile, a new sign of romance.