Inner peace or depression
The warmth that I feel filling my core
And rising to my cheeks and silent lips
Numb from the nonexistent words filling the air
The calm that surrounds the present loneliness
It hums
Soft and melodic
Filling the studio as the warmth of lone candles cast shadows on the walls
Windows closed
Enclosing my padded room
That no one can see beauty in
The lovely fall of an old soul
Floating in warm cream
Submerged in a colorful mind
Unseen through dark eyes
A stain glass portal into soft chaos
Apr 16, 2012
Apr 16, 2012 at 12:10 AM UTC
Inner peace or depression
The warmth that I feel filling my core
And rising to my cheeks and silent lips
Numb from the nonexistent words filling the air
The calm that surrounds the present loneliness
It hums
Soft and melodic
Filling the studio as the warmth of lone candles cast shadows on the walls
Windows closed
Enclosing my padded room
That no one can see beauty in
The lovely fall of an old soul
Floating in warm cream
Submerged in a colorful mind
Unseen through dark eyes
A stain glass portal into soft chaos
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