Monday, July 26, 2010

Dreaming of My Fantasy


Butterflies flying

Colors blowing my mind

Green grass

Red roses

A sweet wind in my face..


But How can I hide my fears?

If its part of me...

How can I hide my mistakes?

If its my present..How can I forget my pain?

If my soul is broken..

How can I rest?


If I know that its just a dream..
These colors are not real

My butterflies are ravens

My flowers are tears

My pond is full of blood

And the wind in my face is cold like ice..
I know I dont belong here


Because I dream with nightmares

Because my roses are in my grave'

Cause The darkness is my light..

and I'm almost sure that its is not my world

Its just a fantasy





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Blessed be!

1 comment:

“The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and all science. He to whom this emotion is a stranger, who can no longer pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe, is as good as dead: his eyes are closed.” - Albert Einstein

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