Saturday, April 30, 2011

Il'arte D'arrangiarsi

I'd ask for an encore
but I'm still waiting for the set list
The mic stands open and untouched
with words left unsaid.
They dance to a familiar tune,
yet the drums miss every beat.


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Like reading only the cover of a book,
I haven't fully got a grasp,
But your first line was a killer
And now I'm hooked without a reason.


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The lonely star sits within the everlasting blackness of
Night, waiting to be wished upon....someone to take a chance
With hope that one wish will ensure her brightness forever.


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There's no point to try and find evidence
For a pretty lie,
A smile
Tainted by a dark veil of illusion,
haunted by the falseness of the truth
which remains buried deep within.
Questions
Holding more power than the answers.
The eyes of the idealist dreamer
dance without concern.

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