Once I dreamt of you.
How you broke my heart.
How another girl stole you from my grasp.
How you pretended to protect me.
When you were protecting her from me. Or vise versa.
You make me sick.
Once I dreamt of you.
Now I dont know why.
You were a lie, and it broke me.
Now.. I want nothing from you.
nothing.
Many times I walk to find myself listening to music the world has to offer. During the winter, when the ground is covered in white and theres a chill in the air. One can hear the wind whistling though the trees. Snow falling off branches; from piling into small clumps and soon outweighing its supporter, only to fall tothe ground with a soft thud. I alone, listen. Sometimes it sings a song so sad, ones heart breaks. Other times, one cannot help but join in the dance along side the falling flurries of snow. Tiny dancers, twirling chaotically and in motion with the music and the wind. Perhaps dreaming of where they land and whose lives they touch before disappearing with the rising of the sun. I remember dancing in sync with these little wonders and became envious when they landed. For they are perfect and radiant. When the music slows, I find that I cannot match the musical madness that the world shows or perhaps... the world cannot match the musical madness that is me, in the end. It will not matter...
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moongirl
19:20 Aug 17 2012
love it