Ashes
I may look and sound broken,
But my soul rises from ashes in secret she kept,
It was the innocent touch and colorful smile underneath a veil, of many layers of injured resentful heart,
Hostage held a moment so dear,
Yesterdays gaily exchange has become the bitter haunt...praises the secret so much regard.
Today...tomorrow awakens a cloud of dust whips the winds with no destination,
Disoriented in the search, vagabond in cosmic riddles,
Deceitful as color blind,
The heart contends outreach,
Journeys...journeys the forgotten
(c) right
RGB
I may look and sound broken,
But my soul rises from ashes in secret she kept,
It was the innocent touch and colorful smile underneath a veil, of many layers of injured resentful heart,
Hostage held a moment so dear,
Yesterdays gaily exchange has become the bitter haunt...praises the secret so much regard.
Today...tomorrow awakens a cloud of dust whips the winds with no destination,
Disoriented in the search, vagabond in cosmic riddles,
Deceitful as color blind,
The heart contends outreach,
Journeys...journeys the forgotten
(c) right
RGB
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