Looking in the mirror,
For a second I find myself in awe;
But as faithfully as a lover:
I abide by the hateful law.
Every melody,
Leads me to believe in the chaos that is me.
But then suddenly,
The music stops:
Like a wingless sparrow,
My feathers drop.
But I don't stop,
No, I don't stop
I look to the sky with hope;
For the broken and the brave
For the mistaken and the grave,
'Cause after all,
It's only a fall.
When the light was shining,
When the wind was gentle through my hair and to my lungs.
I thought I was smiling
But inside,
The audience of my musical already said goodbye
'Cause there's nothing left to hear
Except the screams of the bliss deprived.
Oh melody,
Don't pity me
It's only a fall.
London bridge falls down,
But on it stood a lady in a dark gown
Stomping through her pain,
Until the floor under her dropped,
Until the cars hitting her stopped
There's no reason for a start
She's a mother,
She's a queen,
She's an embodiment of my wildest dreams.
She'll be okay:
After all,
It's only a fall.
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The Scent of a Wilted Flower
PoetryThe flower may die, but the air current will always carry its remains: the scent of the wilted flower. ----------------------------------- A series of poems with spontaneously changing feelings and topics. After all, there's not only a singular wilt...
