There is something familiar about the pain Always around always te same. Dull inside ,empty eyes Tired of the worlds lies. Looking at pain uttering a grin Am I lost in my sin? Will this go away? Keeps on coming back Day After Day. Dont know what I want or what to do The only thing that breaks me Is you.
A pair of hazel eyes look at me. Your ‘bandana’ runs up to forehead, a scarf covers nose, chin and below, the pinky complexion of your cheeks lures me to paint you as a lovely maid. There is no invitation
My innocent little sister In your eyes You see me as a guardian Shining bright with a halo over my head Wings as pure as jade A mountain that doesn’t move Even when the earth shakes When the thunder strikes
Don’t look deep into my eyes, who knows what you find inside? Is it the dreams that I lovingly hide, or are some demons residing inside. Am too afraid to let you know, Even too scared to make the show.