Paper Dolls, With Plastered Smiles
Beyond the white purity,
Is that sinking feeling.
You wouldn't assume this is heaven we are in.
Failing to describe the damage beneath.
Its like that rising feeling you get.
and all of a sudden.
You come crashing down.
Right behind you
falling...
falling...
your hopes and aspirations.
Don't let it get to you.
This is only the prelude.
Orchestrated by that empty shadow once you called dear.
That last breath you held while making your wish.
Wishing that they were somehow here again.
Hope -
hope...
The very essence of the word seems to be
disappearing under our fingertips.
*Random angst... Harhar*