Saturday, May 31, 2014

And all the world's a cynic
blushed in a wary summertime sadness
waiting for the rains
building bridges to their own senses.

10 comments:

Blasphemous Aesthete said...

Or maybe it's just you and me who are skeptic and rest are just clinging to faith?

Cheers,
Blasphemous Aesthete

dearmia said...

And I in world saw the Rose bloom,
To the sun’s kiss
with the morning dew’s caress.
But still I stand here, gazing.
Astray in wonder those bridges
reasoning wild

dearmia said...

I sing your song
to everyone
and no one

dearmia said...

Wondering on this another day
As I couldn't tell you my heart say
To show you the blue skies
Or the voices deep in vain

Still wondering, what this day has been
And wondering what will be tomorrow
Will things unfold and you will say,
the same I will say tomorrow
Still wondering.

dearmia said...

in the heat of this summer
at the edge of that clearing
the silence is too loud
quiet disturbs the clarity of thought

dearmia said...

It’s true, I hide from you
forgetting, afflicting the feelings I have;

to avoid this love getting shaded by dust
its better you never know of me

dearmia said...

the idea that I will see you smile
doesn’t comfort me at all,
not anymore.
losing myself with thoughts of you.

With no one left to talk,
no one left to confide to.
my sentiments are mine to keep.
I live most lonely

dearmia said...

When weary with my words and expressions
A heavenly change from pain to pain,
And lost, and ready to disappear,
Thy voice will call me back again…Will you?

dearmia said...

The song of my soul is calling you
to see you laugh, when you muddle with words
don't refuse to accept this stranger,
these Stars twinkle daily and a cave gapes
Breathing the air of our souls, dry and deep.
Where are you?

dearmia said...

You asked me how I can stand this distance
How I could breathe and feel this state
The answer was quite easy really
Good things happen to those who wait :)