"The Singer:"
A vagabond sits on the grass,
Strumming her guitar.
She pens down all her sullen dreams,
Of sunny days and scars.
She sets aside her wayward thoughts,
And puts them into sound.
And a magic spell enthralls the world,
Spreading all around.
"When trust is broken,
Life becomes so hard to live.
It's not easy, Its not easy to forgive.
When faith is crumbled,
There's no one you can believe.
Its not easy, Its not easy to forgive."
...
The music seems a piece of heaven,
Like the sun on a winter day.
The soothing essence of her spirit,
Washes tears away.
Her speech; it seems so crisp and clear,
But she hides a solemn frown.
Her image forms her silhouette,
And her voice, it shakes the ground.
She keeps thinking of her troubled past,
As the intensity seems to grow.
Everyone joins in, in a silent applause,
As the words continue to flow.
"When trust is broken,
Life becomes so hard to live.
It's not easy, Its not easy to forgive.
When faith is crumbled,
There's no one you can believe.
Its not easy, Its not easy to forgive."
...
Her verses paint a picture to her rotten past;
She's still singing.
It serves a stark contrast to all the smiles and joy,
That she's bringing.
All around her, emotions and perceptions,
They ebb and flow.
She'll sit and sing forever, coz she' got no one to meet,
Nowhere to go...
"When trust is broken,
Life becomes so hard to live.
It's not easy, Its not easy to forgive.
When faith is crumbled,
There's no one you can believe.
Its not easy, Its not easy to forgive."
...
She keeps thinking of her troubled past,
ReplyDeleteAs the intensity seems to grow.
Everyone joins in, in a silent applause,
As the words continue to flow.
"When trust is broken,
It becomes so hard to live.
It's not easy, Its not easy to forgive.
awesome lines..( the ones u wrote):)
Some times you have no clue,
What you write and what you say,
But the heart knows it's true,
For each thought that comes,
it may be night or day....
these words tell a story,
of wearing a mask to hide you 'self',
Of BEING the 'other' to all around you,
and opening yourself in a cornered shelf,
Let someone come that close,
So that they too can care,
As you show your anger,criticism and warmth,
Let them too get their 'share'
:):)
keep Writing
neat expression of thoughts :) me likes!!!
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