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Friday, 17 November 2006 at 16:03

Don’t lend me a hand to follow my dreams

I’m supposed to lead them inside of us

Never to force the legion of ink

That every morning is poured into my being

Let’s go to the sugary tree

Where fairies are granted their translucent wings

Tonight I don’t hear confessions, so value me

Love don’t be a stranger, walk on by

Making excuses of why you should, who I done…

In this existence I am still trembling

‘Cause the touch of your shy lips, ah!

Then I run away in silence

Searching for a trail, so I can find my forgotten dreams

At half-light in the morrow, I am weary

Never force my legion of ink that weep

I’m just spreading my sight today

Don’t lend me a smile, if I forgot to see

And still eluding that missing sleep

I’m supposed, I must do…

But I’ve done nothing

Let’s go to the sugary tree

Where fairies are granted their translucent wings

I still cry when I see them set free

- Whisper - Oh, how I miss thee…

Tags: Heartbreak dark goth gothic heart love poetry