ButterfliesThat girl off in the distance who sits upon the clouds, singing with the butterflies has a deep, deep wound. No one can see it, for no one can see through the façade that is her beautiful golden tresses; the very same façade that is the slow and painful death of her inner being. This girl knows not what she’s doing, and she knows not the feelings she provokes. She sees nothing through her pale blue eyes and naught is seen within them. In fact, all who have the courage to look, see nothing but the sky which eternally hangs about her. The dull smile that mingles with her sparkling, unnoticed tears, creates enough power tButterflies
ConfusionAll about the mirror frame Broken shards of a past life And all inside your sickly mind Longing and strife Within the ring of light Shadows of a future event And within the deep, deep waters Confusion at what these words meantConfusion
FateBaby the past has come back, making my mind wind up And I’m recalling the laughter and the smiles Twirling in the queens cup So I’m viewing all of these happy files But with a haze of depression veiling my vision And I can’t quite make my decision. . .Fate
I’m thinking about the future, too And I’m not sure if I’ll ever get there That’s the conclusion that I drew So I’m finding this suit hard to wear As my imagination goes wild Showing the lives I’ll create My mind shows each and every child But what may stop me, what may ruin it all, is my dear friend, fate &nbs
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