Upon these shattered lights she treads,
Alas, her beauty was not dead.
She feigned for sleep but could not die,
For only love did catch her eyes.
Up in the sky she withered well,
Within her eyes the tears did swell
And in her tears the past was shown.
Of one true love that she had known.
The tears that formed did stain the glass,
Beauty if bred from pain at last"
She closed her eyes in hope for more,
"It is your heart I do adore."
Dec 3, 2011
Dec 3, 2011 at 3:45 AM UTC
Upon these shattered lights she treads,
Alas, her beauty was not dead.
She feigned for sleep but could not die,
For only love did catch her eyes.
Up in the sky she withered well,
Within her eyes the tears did swell
And in her tears the past was shown.
Of one true love that she had known.
The tears that formed did stain the glass,
Beauty if bred from pain at last"
She closed her eyes in hope for more,
"It is your heart I do adore."
