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Flowing words do not beat as the rhythm of my heart For they are scarce and hard to come by; Though quiet it seems it beats in rapid succession At times in silent discontent, in chaos caused by my own façade; The ironic cadence becomes unbearable And with each-- sounding-- beat-- I become weaker, and weaker. Yet, I stay in silence all too afraid to scream and disturb the peace Though I compromise my own. So in vain I sit in hope someone will hear the stillness which rings in my ears. My façade is all too great an impenetrable burden of my own creation It is this harsh and succinct rhythmic tone which is my demise I am trapped trapped in structured synchrony for the appearance of calm And I cannot quiet my heart and release For I am utterly scared of the consequence So I turn to you as I fall from pressure. You manage to calm my quiet, discontented heart As no one has before; The sound is bearable-- the beat has returned; soothing and calm Your eyes announce there is nothing wrong; there is nothing wrong; It will resolve-- and it has A better song stays in my Heart.
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Dec 9, 2011
Dec 9, 2011 at 7:21 PM UTC
Façade
Flowing words do not beat as the rhythm of my heart For they are scarce and hard to come by; Though quiet it seems it beats in rapid succession At times in silent discontent, in chaos caused by my own façade; The ironic cadence becomes unbearable And with each-- sounding-- beat-- I become weaker, and weaker. Yet, I stay in silence all too afraid to scream and disturb the peace Though I compromise my own. So in vain I sit in hope someone will hear the stillness which rings in my ears. My façade is all too great an impenetrable burden of my own creation It is this harsh and succinct rhythmic tone which is my demise I am trapped trapped in structured synchrony for the appearance of calm And I cannot quiet my heart and release For I am utterly scared of the consequence So I turn to you as I fall from pressure. You manage to calm my quiet, discontented heart As no one has before; The sound is bearable-- the beat has returned; soothing and calm Your eyes announce there is nothing wrong; there is nothing wrong; It will resolve-- and it has A better song stays in my Heart.
keiko
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Dec 9, 2011
Dec 9, 2011 at 7:21 PM UTC
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