Missing dreams are crashing down. Lost into a mind numbing sound. But there is a chance for you to shine. If you follow these instructions of mine.
By Paul Crocker7 years ago in Poets
All over the world. There are fathers missing their little girls. Wondering if they are safe and well. Not wanting the feeling to dwell.
When you sleep, you're automatically shopping. For things you desire, you're never stopping. But these things do not cost gold.
When I saw how your eyes did beckon. I never doubted your skill for a second. Watching in awe as you raised the bar. You're the winner of the game by far.
I don't talk, I won't talk, I can't...talk. Not to you. Not now, not ever. I am invisible forever. Or am I? I've discovered that these walls are not all stone.
Dirt clouds the eyes of the living. Darkening of man is appending. There is a glimmer of giving. Because my heart is defending.
In the silence, I triumph. In the dark, I spark. I can't see anything and this I prefer. No judgemental looks to my view will occur.
What I am seeing is quite explainable. Although the placing of it is not always obtainable. The creation of its appearance is maintainable.
Should I concentrate my eyesight if the painting is abstract? I want it to appear to me with its detail exact. I'm not one to skip the small print.
His heart was unfaithful. But I still want to kiss him. His love was wasteful. Yet I know I still miss him. My mind is absent a reason for letting go.
Who dare to steal my tarts?! Those delicious treats so close to my heart. Fruity strawberry jam in a pastry bed. Speak up now or off with your head.
Seems I missed the train to love. For romance, I'm no longer bound. Is that steam or rainclouds above? Either way, sadness has been found.