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I've tread through a labyrinthe and rivers of tears I've obliged myself to hide from my every fear I'd laugh when I cry, then beg for a riddance I've looked up at skies sable, looking for secrets hidden I've buried my faith Now, it's lost and I wait My kismet lays amidst in a thicket of mist I've searched for a hint, waiting for kisses of bliss I've picked at the skin That I hide entrapped in Ebbs of my voice retard When I make a choice My future, I fear I fear the end is near Sometimes when a star falls, I'd make a wish Sometimes broken glass can renew to a dish Sometimes dreams are followed Sometimes minds are hollow Sometimes it's utopias Sometimes it's phobias I have I've said I've loved him I've said I've loved her My love has been blinded My emotions have stirred I've said I've wanted When I said I had My words trail away Onto a veiled path My future I fear I hear the end is near Sometimes when a star falls, I'd make a wish Sometimes broken glass stays apart in pieces Sometimes dreams are borrowed Sometimes minds are hollow Sometimes it's utopias Sometimes it's phobias I have I've tread through a labyrinthe and rivers of tears I've obliged myself to hide from my every fear I'd laugh when I cry, then beg for a riddance I've looked up at skies sable, looking for secrets hidden I've buried my faith Now, it's lost and I wait Sometimes it's utopias--sometimes it's phobias I have |