the silence that never breaks
the frame in sepia that wishes a rainbow change
the tip of the iceberg that fell
the glass that shatters in splinters every day
the tear that never trickles down the tiny face
the wanderer who lost her way
the frame in sepia that wishes a rainbow change
the tip of the iceberg that fell
the glass that shatters in splinters every day
the tear that never trickles down the tiny face
the wanderer who lost her way
the night that waits for day
the secret that chooses to remain numb
the blond that wasn’t always dumb
the health that turned pale
the prisoner that ran out of jail
the uncertainty that reassures itself
the irony that contradicts something else
the assassin that stabbed the soul
the thinker that murdered her goal
am the phoenix that shall rise again
the secret that chooses to remain numb
the blond that wasn’t always dumb
the health that turned pale
the prisoner that ran out of jail
the uncertainty that reassures itself
the irony that contradicts something else
the assassin that stabbed the soul
the thinker that murdered her goal
am the phoenix that shall rise again
the moment that wont bargain any gain.
**Wrote when I was feeling low.Definitely not my current state of mind :)
That's the writer in you. ;) Reminded me of Gin Soaked Boy - Divine Comedy :)
ReplyDeletethe blonde that wasn't always dumb.. lol.. good one.. :D
Well written!! Loved it. What an expression.
ReplyDeletehey sissy....wat an awesome n wonderful poem!!! truly amazing....>>>>'muah' 'muah' 'muah'!!
ReplyDeleteThis is like so so so awesome! The health that turned pale, the prisoner that ran out of jail- PERFECT!
ReplyDeletepls teach me how to write like this :( :(
Told u it's awesome :) :)
ReplyDeleteI mean I wanted to write something like this, since long ..goooood work :)