She loves the rain
The sadness it takes away
The love it shades
And the memories she gains
She loves red roses
And violets, too
A potfull of promises
Sends her into her solitude
She smiles wide
With glee twinkling in her eyes
And happy tears fall down her cheek lines
She wants to whisper those words that eat her inside
But she's afraid
She holds away
She says she no longer trusts the world today
Her last chapter
Was a disaster
She'd rather not look back
She aims for the future
She works on her present
And everyday misgivings she tries to understand
She no longer holds the passion in her heart
She no longer believes in that first spark
But one thing is certain to break her down
The simplicity of a man who will make her anything but frown
She seeks her power
In her relief
She seeks to be lifted
Off her feet
She denies herself the pleasure
Because she's seen the pain
The dying wager
Between her work and the flame
She has the laugh of an Angel
And a true heart
She tries to do
What, in her eyes, is right
She seeks to focus on the good
And put aside the bad
Yet, with all this going on
When she's not busy and no one's at home
She sits down and thinks
She tries to comprehend on the happenings
Sometimes she wallows in grief
Other times, she just puts her head to sleep
But there are rare times
When she just cries her eyes out
Wishing that someone would rescue her from her doubts
The next day, she awakes
She's the same person, just a different face..
Thursday, February 02, 2006
September's Girl
Posted by Sleepless In Muscat at 22:03
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Good One.
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