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Della Sun Apr 2015
Days teach me
To always dream
However it may never come true
But that's the best way
To live life through

Days teach me
To dream so high
Never give up and always try
Never let go or say goodbye

Days teach me
That when there is darkness
For sure dawn is the next
And when everything is so tiring
For sure there would be time to rest

Days teach me
To always care for a friend
Always be true and never pretend
Always love with no end
And the broken hearts try to mend

Days teach me
Never to feel the hate
Always be confident and never hesitate
Always believe in fate

Days teach me
That lovers meet & stay together
And others are apart
So if you are one who have been left behind
Don't cry and suffer
Just search for a new start

Days teach me
The past I must forget
And nothing needs my regret

Days teach me
To open my heart and forgive
Cause that will help me to survive and live

Days teach me
To always offer my helping hand
And never doubt in people when there is no proof
And always try to understand

Days teach me
Not to be shy
If I have done something wrong
But to admit it and be proud that I have learned
A lesson that will help me to be strong
Della Sun Apr 2015
Bougainvillea flowers flutter
In the faint echos of the past.
For,
the artist's palette
fails to hold
the clandestine shades of the night sky
or
the embryonic legends earth camouflages...

Silent stars
still fall
where remaining fantasies
crumble.
An ancient verdict lasts,
cobwebbed and leather bound,
left in time's fraternity.
His verdict hazed, but bright:

It shall rain when April comes
and you will cast your mind upon
the flowers left in the dust.
Open your chest,
and I will greet your eyes
once again.

It's been long...
It's been long since you saw more
than a Bougainvillea flower's flutter.
In case you don't know:
Bougainvilleas are a type of flower
(my favorite type)
Della Sun Apr 2015
Gold and silver in the night
Texaco sign burning bright.
There's freedom in her lies,
there's summer in her eyes.
She's far away now
cartoon lips, bottle blonde and how?
She sells her soul, crying.
Claiming she's happy and yet she's lying.
In the Sunset Boulevard,
she's living fast and playing hard.
Light up that sequin dress
in the spotlight and smoke, god bless.
Bless her young life, having fun.
Just drive till dawn in the sparkling midnight sun.
She says "Don't worry, I'll be fine."
She's slowly dying, drowning in the risen moonshine.
The girl with the Arctic Mind, left behind and she's doing time.
Broken down dreams are the crime.
Acrylic paint and golden curls
in the pink light, she dances and twirls.
Lives her life on,
depending on his paper love and his con.
Furs, diamonds and thick smoke,
happiness for her is turning out to be a sick joke.
She was the girl with the Arctic Mind.
Della Sun Apr 2015
Running free, hitching rides, resisting to slow down,
finding every way to feel alive.
She refuses to grow old, She's become completely wild.

We can't seem to sit still,
we're searching for the easy way,
the hottest touch.
She found her way,
but it's still not enough...
Della Sun Apr 2015
I would give up forever to just lay here,
we could watch the world spin by.
We could start over you know,
like a winter tree we can shed our leaves.
At least it would be better than wearing the pain on our sleeves.

Help me move on and forget the past,
the days I bled just to feel alive.
The pain of the past doesn't matter now...no longer will I cry.
I'm safe in your arms,
just watching the world spin by.
Della Sun Apr 2015
My shadow crosses the polished floor,
true identity unknown.
Heart creeping through the world unclaimed,
searching for a home.

Not a person in sight,
they all left me.
No hope remains,
I long for a new beginning.

Who would dare enter my life,
I'm waiting to be found.
Della Sun Apr 2015
The bright sun shines upon her face,
while loyal subjects admire her grace.
They question "How could we compare to thee?"
No one could compare to her majesty.
She sits alone on her velvet throne,
her pleasant manner has only grown.
There is no sorrow in her eyes,
no tears she has or will ever cry.
But here she sits in her courtly manner,
ignoring all her fears.
It is she the kingdom relies upon,
forced to ignore the tears.
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