vixen
New member
Before u read...the first thought will probably be this is about a broken heart...dont think that - its not. Its juss that in one night everything started to make sense...and here it is:
I painted a picture,
that was so cold & dark.
I held onto empty thoughts of why.
Now I'm deciding of what
i should do;
just leave and never return
or take a moment of your time,
and enjoy what is left.
I've broken something
so sacred and sworn,
something not even a vow
could hold.
Now I understand it all;
but as I stand my ground,
i promise to move on.
The soul searching is an endless
road for me,
i just hope that this
broken serenity
will one day unfold,
and the broken mirror will
fall back into its place.
:switch
I painted a picture,
that was so cold & dark.
I held onto empty thoughts of why.
Now I'm deciding of what
i should do;
just leave and never return
or take a moment of your time,
and enjoy what is left.
I've broken something
so sacred and sworn,
something not even a vow
could hold.
Now I understand it all;
but as I stand my ground,
i promise to move on.
The soul searching is an endless
road for me,
i just hope that this
broken serenity
will one day unfold,
and the broken mirror will
fall back into its place.
:switch