Leah, 24 listopada 2011
She walked upon the many hills of grass
Unaware of her fragility
Brave or naïve;
As she walks unarmed through the night
Searching and longing while disregarding all duty
Reckless as the mighty winds that fight against her
Driven with madness for the love of a man
Such as a drunken fool for desire
While the people sleep, she dreams
Broken free from logic she releases her responsibility to the raging sea
Devoured by the taste of a kiss
Her country will turn against her and war will break
A battle to be lost for a woman made a dreamer
Her power fades into the swirls of dawn
Though she fights with kindness;
She is killed for her lust of love
Misunderstood far too great to reconcile
The damage too much to bear
Within her shaken hands she has broken so many things
Her crown, her people, her land of chaos & beauty
All for the dreams to have her freedom to love
Leah, 24 listopada 2011
To love and lost, and yet never to have
To miss what was never mine, never ours
Through the mysteries of the broken heart
Where touches and stares went silent
Left unnoticed, compelled to dark corners
Slipping through my fingers
Though the hands I miss weren’t mine to hold
You and me, always meant as a secret
Yet in every stare, every kiss behind closed doors
Filled me, consumed with fate and destiny
I saw it in your soul; reflecting sadness
Our one regret
To never realize the future of the loss that came
Only it is not our loss, but mine
I’ll be lost and lonely
Swimming against a tide I’ll never overcome
While you have her hand to hold
In front for the world to see
Away from me; the secret behind closed doors
Leah, 24 listopada 2011
Beneath the ancient ruins of time
The early dawn that steals silence
Luring the naïve and gentle to become its pray
Do such rules apply to the youth of beauty and love
Engaging in delightful play
Never ceasing for another seconds thought
Risking the innocence of joy together
Curious as the cat which meows
Calling forth the temptations that bring
Mischievous adventures that fulfill the soul
Chasing rivers to the beginning
Running from the slow turning wheel of time
The young, juvenile and free
Radiant they are, taken they’ll be
The ruins are waiting, ancient and wise
Old as they come, as the wind that blows
Stealing body’s youth when the chance arise
Leaving innocent souls to fend of temptations
But temptation is too devious for the naive
Thus the soul drifts away,
Searching in the starry night,
In the moon reflected waters of the sea
Teasing and testing time, for body’s never last but time never dies
Its prison waits in quiet desperation
Seeking the veil of beauty
Waiting in the shadow as they pass by
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