Friday, December 30, 2005

Brooding: part two


Yielding hurricanes inside your tainted smile
Walking on paper thin bridges raised by the truth
How do you break through?
And the curse of the jealous fly
In the cocoon of a better lie
In the verse of a healing wound
My radiating gloom

It blooms into a pretty white
And soon into a pretty wife
It rooms inside a fluctuating lightthat shines and rhyhmes with the worst of tonight
A window sealed
A perished feel
A moment away to heal
Sniffing glue
Coz missing you

A serenade to break your zeal

1 comment:

Read before use said...

you already flipped the universe?WHy still brooding?
SO it is proved that flipping dosen't do no good..
SO flip no more!