She is a cup of good
Stirred with bad
And a few drops of innocence With a crooked smile
And an adventurous laugh
Silent lips and a loud mind
Naïve she is at times
But behind all those things Is hidden a girl
Who doesn't always take a mature path
Bad intentions leak out of her at times
But she is far from evil sometimes An angel living in the garden of the divel She and the sky were so alike heavy
and She was so quiet, but within the voices were so loud.
She took things seriously, or not seriously at all
, she was sensitive or so cold hearted.
Sometimes so close but she keep her self distant
There was no in between for her it was either all or nothing. She wanted everything
but settled for What was constant
she searched through the depths of time,
there wasn't one she could find.
instead she took the plunge, for the quiet ones the hushed words ,
the unspoken promises.
Or maybe she found her self in her unsaid words .
on paper they could move mountains,
but never quite capture the depth of her sea.
silent you are ... !
Because For all the things words could do,
they spoke everything but the truth. . .
Who tried to pour out and in so many words ,
her mysteries her heart, her hopes.,
in the whispered noise,
the silent clamour
headphones on her ears
In silence she tears
till she goes to bed
The things she fears
The thought she had on her head
The voices she hears
The things that she never said
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T_Clock
PoetryA Ticking Time Bomb Anya was a brilliant young woman, her mind a whirlwind of ideas and creativity. Yet, a simple, everyday sound had the power to unravel her world: the ticking of a clock. It was a relentless metronome, a constant reminder of the p...
