YOU ARE DEAD
Insanity of hidden lonelyness
When you're around with eyes that can't see
When you are near with tongue that can't talk
When you're whispering in a cruel serenity
Insanity of hidden lonelyness
Dancing through my frozen fingers
Deperately seeking for warm feathers in a cloud
Behind the dancing smile and all crazy scratches
Drawing pain in vain with a bloody paint...
No dancing. No music. No magic lullaby...
Just an emptyness
a quiet whisper behind the door
Where i've been locked in...
Watching you like forever...
There you are. With no breath. You are dead.
YOU ARE READING
WHEN LOVE GETS OLD
Teen FictionWhen love gets old,,, what was so sweeeeet,,, sometimes bcomes soooo *&%^)(#@ Let me translate the confusing word above... it means... CRAZY.
