Love through Her Eyes
Emotionally seductive
Her lips kept my faith fragile
Lighting cross the inner circle
Pushing closer a declaration of forgiveness
Sadness crawls behind my bedroom door
Waiting for insanity to unveil the ugly true
Tired of the falseness of the world
I began my way back from darkness
to find the reflection of my soul
On a broken glass
If I only knew them, life would be bearable
Tensions beneath the earth put me at ease with the breeze
A voice within me sits a waits
For a chance to redeem my heart
Impossible to undo the damage to a fragile violin
Misery walks with a seldom coldness
Blowing inside a blue bubble
The point of no return at the end of string
Simply see your life flashing bye
Through the eyes of a ballerina
Swift steps raising the stakes of solidarity
Tender white cloth cleanse my silence
With gentleness, I frame each hand with sculptural escape
The nuptial nightmare cross the skyline
Ordinance of a round table, a predestine notion of rampage
Breathe in the blades of surrender
The sobriety is incoherent
A glass is half empty
Put her on pedestal
To be the man I was chosen to be
Freedom must be given without
The remainder of day Blown to pieces
Time has passed and I’m still lost…
Rony Joseph all rights reserved 2010
Jun 2, 2010
Jun 2, 2010 at 4:14 AM UTC
Love through Her Eyes
Emotionally seductive
Her lips kept my faith fragile
Lighting cross the inner circle
Pushing closer a declaration of forgiveness
Sadness crawls behind my bedroom door
Waiting for insanity to unveil the ugly true
Tired of the falseness of the world
I began my way back from darkness
to find the reflection of my soul
On a broken glass
If I only knew them, life would be bearable
Tensions beneath the earth put me at ease with the breeze
A voice within me sits a waits
For a chance to redeem my heart
Impossible to undo the damage to a fragile violin
Misery walks with a seldom coldness
Blowing inside a blue bubble
The point of no return at the end of string
Simply see your life flashing bye
Through the eyes of a ballerina
Swift steps raising the stakes of solidarity
Tender white cloth cleanse my silence
With gentleness, I frame each hand with sculptural escape
The nuptial nightmare cross the skyline
Ordinance of a round table, a predestine notion of rampage
Breathe in the blades of surrender
The sobriety is incoherent
A glass is half empty
Put her on pedestal
To be the man I was chosen to be
Freedom must be given without
The remainder of day Blown to pieces
Time has passed and I’m still lost…
Rony Joseph all rights reserved 2010
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