Her face was solemn
Always surrounded by mystique
He had a knack for provoking all her ire
Trying to revive her spirit
With each step taken with trepidation
In the middle of a ghastly nightmare
With every little lie, misguided courage
Just another fallacy
Fading away
She walks away
A name on her lips, Nolan
Her soul began to tire
She was slowly losing her fire
Out of sight
Out of mind
Nothing but a mystery
She can't be saved by communication
Very far from being sage
There's no way to try and gage her
Out of the galaxy
She's such a fantasy.
ΔΙΑΒΑΖΕΙΣ
Unwritten
ΤυχαίοThese are poems reflecting my thoughts as well as my emotions. An engagement in the art of poetry. Words that were left unsaid.
