like the flight of the white dove,
some people hoping for love,
with a different world,
a fantasy they created to comfort their heart,
hoping that they will be there side by side,
thinking and thinking until it got numb,
having dreams on hoping they would come,
tomorrow,the day after or today,
some people are far away,
hoping to be home,
they wrote it in a memory tome...
like the sea and sky current,
they say with their own words...
with black and white entirely different,
splits between the two worlds,
some always lost,and couldn't get back up,
they asked god for help,
to stand and fight,...
one borrowing love from someone,
to sympathize the aching heart,
other don't want to be alone,
some are alone,pity themselves on what they had,
life is complicated for someone,
as they are grateful for what they have,
unlike the riches,kings and queens,
happily ever after,but it never last...
weight to heavy to carry,like an open sea...wide as it is...
dreams they catch before,they let it go,...
forgotten why they were here in the first place...
but it all just a perfect fantasy...
a complete fairytail...
a atragic nightmare...
No comments:
Post a Comment