Before We Wither Away

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i walk on paper rain puddles under a pencil drawn umbrella.
and as the colours smear from the painted sky,
i catch the ink-splashed raindrops in my hands.
i stare back for one last glance at the folded sheets,
with lines filled with poetry ink of love and peace.
is it just me or is the world falling ever so softly over the edge?
am i really losing myself or are you making a good first impression?

you wither away with your pedals dancing in the breeze.
and as the sun fades from the painted sky,
you touch the ash-covered pavement in your heart.
you sing yourself to sleep til the break of dawn,
with a voice so sweet of whats dead and gone.
is it just you or is this life finally reaching its very limit?
are you really losing yourself or am i just reaching my bitter end?

these thoughts chained us to the war we created with broken memories.
how is it possible for our smiles to walk in the middle of a battlefield?
lets put our weapons down, lets whisper our pain away.
we wear this mask as if its plastered to our faces.
can't we just hope for someone to hear us?
for someone to see us for who we are?
im sure love will find its way to us!{/b}