martedì 15 settembre 2015
Lies hidden in time
I am healed
admitting to myself what I want and what I'm trying,
... I did not make me happy my old life,
it made me tremble,
I felt trapped,
in a think that not mine but of all.
as a small butterfly
he just wanted to fly on all the flowers possible,
all had left too many roots on me,
I could not move any more,
I was afraid of losing myself ...
and I understood.
Everything could be an illusion
a fragment of a crystal
stopped in mid-air by the time went.
I take a flower
Colorful as the rainbow
That with the time will disappears
as sunset over the sea.
A small word
Fly among the dragonflies
Pretending to be graceful.
Their wings remind beats d 'a heart.
Lie, lie, lie
and I as well.
The end of two liars who try love in vain,
although it is not their way, is to suffer.
Because you know, I know, is not that ... is not the duress affection that make us feel attraction.
As the foam of the angry saltwater
Engulfs these beaches.
Your lies are peaks
Of high mountains unreachable.
Fake gemstones
Are your shiny eyes.
That break
Every night at brillore morning.
Fake looks
And smiles
As the moon imprints
That blessed happiness'
enlightens the minds
apparently.
As a murderess at the mercy of the madness
guide your human dolls
To get you through the door
That dimension that is not yours.
false hopes and fake dreams
They accompany you, and you know it.
I care, that is the truth
do not be afraid of the monsters inside you,
not all are made to love.
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