Turmoil

Stand near me
whisper old stories
old tales of pain, of romantic love
ending in triumph, or escaping in heavens
stand by me
turn around and hide a tear
pretend, pretend
as if winter never arrived
as if stars never turned their lights off
as if you did not sell your soul to the night

grab your guitar
sing a song, about your love
if that is what you call a bitter betrayal
painful bites of a past which stays immersed
immersed in a poisonous thread of ghosts
your tales never seemed so old
your eyes never seemed so cold

the end of innocence
the end of something beautiful
I will not talk about flowers withered
I am not going to weep endlessly on a piece of paper
Just taking a glance at the turmoil
the turmoil of hatred and oblivion
we both drowned in
we both attempted to get on the train
but the train never waited for us.



Poetry by Eva
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Written on 2009-03-09 at 23:04

Tags Pain  Love  Hatred 

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