Can't get the words to form
A song to which I belong
Sorry, unspoken thorns
Whisper as the night prolongs
I see your gentle lips
Uttering quiet words of bliss
Making me wonder of 'what if?'...
Yours or mine, whose loss is this?
When the world felt too close,
You pushed it away.
When I was alone,
You were there to stay
Separately, togetherness was ideal
On merging questions arose
A might little demon army,
It's ugly head reared.
Like the two sides of a coin,
Together, yet not,
We fought
Slashing at demons till dead.
Here and now,
Hand in hand
Side by side
Forever we stand
The blog that is swimming in colours and words. Quite the irregular randomness by a befuddled head, not much will change on that front.
Thursday, August 04, 2011
Featuring the Future, picturing the Past
Disconnected from today
In each and every way
What holds for us tomorrow
I could certainly never say
Reviving old memories
Photographs and letters in writing
Feel the pain of growing
Growing up and forgetting.
What was once is not again...
What time has rendered
And then changed
Yet we worked on in vain
Marching ants through the past
Hoping for release from the dark
Trying, going against grain
To make future and past the same.
It's no use, my dear
In rewind, Past remains.
Look forward this day and see
The sunshine tomorrow brings clear.
In each and every way
What holds for us tomorrow
I could certainly never say
Reviving old memories
Photographs and letters in writing
Feel the pain of growing
Growing up and forgetting.
What was once is not again...
What time has rendered
And then changed
Yet we worked on in vain
Marching ants through the past
Hoping for release from the dark
Trying, going against grain
To make future and past the same.
It's no use, my dear
In rewind, Past remains.
Look forward this day and see
The sunshine tomorrow brings clear.
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