One of The Brightest Stars

Sunday 25 January 2009

Tears

Will I not be missed, when I'm no longer around.

When my smile fades to the ground.

Beneath the laughter, joy and euphoria, who can see my frown?

Cries in the night, tears in the fall, down... down... down...

My voice echoes in the dark never to see the light.

I don't buy the promises cause, there are no promises to keep.

Who do I turn to, when it's my turn to cry.

See the world turning as I hide under my sheets, look at the stars fall down and wonder where.

Do I go now.


We may walk on the same path never taking a look at the person beside. So who here wants to take my hand. For all the things that has brought us together, what keeps you from looking into my heart and giving me a hug.


Sin†ner™
Do not wonder,
For I am but a shadow