Thursday, November 28, 2013

Romantic hope



The dawn is beautiful
Like my melancholia
The ruins behind me
Let me feel free

I search a place
Where I used to be
To comfort my painful heart

I see the see
Not fairway
The quiet trees
On the cemetery

I find peace some hours
Will it ever be so?
My heart is heavy
Like a grey stone
My hands are cold
I feel me small and useless
I want to die
But something don't let me do this
It is HOPE

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