March 10, 08
Torrents of unforgiving,
Pretty smiles may seem brittle.
And plastic dolls with real tears,
May be lost in confusion.
Street lights don’t exist,
Neither does heaven’s aura.
Flickering fireflies dance,
The only show of life…
But fireflies flickering…
May be your hope dancing tonight.
World isn't perfect; isn’t honest,
Dance to the melody of lies…
…It’s as saccharine
As the child who plucks weeds,
To place by home made graves,
To the dead and dying.
Grey skies hovering,
Blanketing and consuming,
Empty souls and opal eyes.
Sight dulled by bliss.
Overlook what’s small,
Laughter isn’t as boisterous,
As how thunderously you scream.
No rain falls today.
~Daisy~
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