(no subject)
The other night i could swear i saw a star shed a tear
and as it rolled down it face like a drop of condensation on a drunkards scotch on the rocks
it formed in the shape of some hopeless dream as it fell from its cheek only to fall harder
it fell until it dropped into the cupped hands of a small girl crying beside a wishing well
a well of calloused hearts and forgotten dreams,
whose dreams lye suspended on the bottom by time and tears.
as she wept she grew older
the leaves turned and fell, and reminded her of an old hourglass her mother held so dear
she sat she watched the earth around her grow old with her
the snow on the mountains to the east reminded her of an old mans beard
the barron branches much like her soul, the brisk air like her derepit touch
she had come so far to lose so much that she never even had to begin with.
her heart died the following spring and it gave new life to the moss and flowers around that well
she lived on only with no love to conjure, so did she even really live?
and as it rolled down it face like a drop of condensation on a drunkards scotch on the rocks
it formed in the shape of some hopeless dream as it fell from its cheek only to fall harder
it fell until it dropped into the cupped hands of a small girl crying beside a wishing well
a well of calloused hearts and forgotten dreams,
whose dreams lye suspended on the bottom by time and tears.
as she wept she grew older
the leaves turned and fell, and reminded her of an old hourglass her mother held so dear
she sat she watched the earth around her grow old with her
the snow on the mountains to the east reminded her of an old mans beard
the barron branches much like her soul, the brisk air like her derepit touch
she had come so far to lose so much that she never even had to begin with.
her heart died the following spring and it gave new life to the moss and flowers around that well
she lived on only with no love to conjure, so did she even really live?