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elle Mar 2012
Kind eyes only saw his porcelain  skin
Lightly skipping over the harsh pounding in his soul
Why she was so touched by his iced hands,
She would not tell
But she sees now whom she loved
Whom she let steal her heart
Protect your heart child,
Don't let it be borrowed and beat
Truth hurts
But not nearly as much as heartbreak
battered by love;
Torn from all she knows
Afraid to love
Afraid to cry
Bruised from his faults
She only sees his shiny, porcelain skin
inspired by Dr. Mark Camphouse's composition of "Watchman, Tell Us of the Night."
elle Mar 2012
beautifully spun was this glass vase

all around, was nothing but space

and without a blow

the light vase swung to and fro

and though it fell down all too slow

it shattered to pieces

that in the light,

seemed glow

glistening like stars on a summer night

dear love, i warn you

dont pick up the pieces

along with the vase came down our chances.

try to mend it,

the jagged edges only cut you

deeper

and deeper

to think of what we’ve all been through

and though you know what i’d hate to do

on this note

i bid adieu.
elle Mar 2012
Back

                                                     and

                                                                                               Forth

                                                                                               Back

                                                     and

Forth

DANCE.

          until someone

                           m

                                  i

                                      s

                                          s

                                              e

                                                  s

                                                               a step

and we all








FALL.

           and we’re bruised with mistakes

           but we still continue this waltz.
elle Mar 2012
Leaves change

As does my heart

To the warmest of reds and golds

And the worlds beauty blooms from cold dark nights

And the leaves turn and begin to fall

The trees weep over the dead dank landscape

Violent winds carry the leaves

Only to be dumped at my feet;

A cruel reminder that all is gone

But dont let go.

Let the cold winds carry your heart

And hold it high

Don’t let it fall

Until all again is reborn

When fawn fall in love
elle Mar 2012
Notes,

Fly off the page and guide me with your solace

Carry me far from here

Explain to me the all unclear

And dear notes,

Please never leave me

Give me comfort in melody

Rhythm,

When I need a friend

Distract from all that will impend

And through the choppy syncopation

Help me find sweet consolation

i started playing, alone in misery

But ended smiling from your trickery

Dear music,

So cunning and deceiving

Blanket my woes

Make my happy so nobody knows

— The End —