Faced with this danger
She retreats inside herself
Dreams in slowmotion
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Faced with this danger
She retreats inside herself
Dreams in slowmotion
Dreams in slowmotion
Time hazes by like a stream
carrying our hopes
Carrying our hopes
We walk proudly to finals
And spit out our smarts
And spit out our smarts
Leaving us empty and void
Just like when we die
Just like when we die
And move away from this life-
Death, my peaceful friend
Ooops, wrote a poem and then realised it wasn't the last line of the most recent one.
Death, my peaceful friend
Accompanies me always
As I trek through life
As I trek through life
I have seen hopes turn to ash
While dirt turns to dreams
While dirt turns into dreams
rain drowns the morbid nightmares
the psyche does wake
The psyche does wake
And stimulate and uplift.
Holy morning, breathe fresh air.
Umm... wait... there's no way that last line is 5 syllables and the first line's only 4 o.o dun dun dun
Holy morning, breathe fresh air
Sunlight drenches, enriches
Catch a falling leaf
Oops. You're right about the last line. Don't know where my mind was. First line though is five syllables: The psy che does wakeQuote:
Originally Posted by DigitalCrash
Catch a falling leaf
Late autumn winds dries the sap
Climb a barren tree
Climb a barren tree
Slippery with frosted boughs
An empty bird's nest