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With each note
i listen,
while it forms your image inside my mind.
The smile that forced its way out of your lips,
your eyes that was so pure and full of gentleness.
Oh, but your face:
calm but filled with pain,
peaceful yet still longing;
longing for the sweet memories formed by yesterday,
yesterday that will never catch up today-
nor tomorrow; 

as the sun rises to bring a new start.

A new memory
soon to be forgotten,
but will never be lost.

“Let me fill you with endless words of love, sorrow and regret.”

-The Sixth Child

Pretty Faces

 

When I’m with you, I’m always in search.

In search for…

      The right words to say.

           The right time to say it.

                                                      A spot.

                Somewhere in that myogenic muscular organ…

                  And what I really am to you

- The Seventh Child

Idealism and Lullabies

I always listen to your favorite song,

pretending that you’re the one singing.

It’s all  so clear in my mind;

an illusion that will drown me for a lifetime.

An illusion,

singing me a lullaby.

" Happy thoughts and gleeful sighs filled my broken heart,

as I lay my head tonight,

I''ll  hum the songs of the morning light"

Now, 

d
   o

  w
n

to sleep, I go.

-Sixth Child