Wednesday, November 01, 2006

emo 3

Your tears
Holds sorrow beneath its gentleness
The pale white crescent moon clings on
The memories

The long nights
Have turned into
Frost
Someone stands on the pavilion
Cold quiet
Desperation

The rain falls, softly
On the red windows
The papers that write my life
Messed up
By the wind

My dreams
Faraway
Have evolved into scents
That travel with the wind
Bringing you to me

The flowers fall
Like your smiles
Disappeared
Taking away the happiness
As my troubles lay hidden
Within me

The northern wind loses its direction
Night has not ended
Your shadow lingers
I
A lone figure by the river
With only my reflection as company

The flowers
Dying
Anguish, pain
As its beauty fades

The sorrow remains
Breaking the hearts of lovers
Come ashore from
The river of sorrow

The galloping of horses
Resounds from the battlefield
I stand tall and mighty
Yet my heart
Betrays me

The dawn breaks
The melancholy of the night
Masquerade in the veil
Of your voice

so5b at 11:24 PM