

Porcelain EyesI’m trying so hard to find Something so deep inside, hidden within Finding it so hard to know Whether I’m indeed alone, why do I try?Porcelain Eyes
Its all the same I realise Deep inside porcelain eyes Offering me, internally Eternity
I’m trying so hard to find A way to respond in kind, to your ways And finally I can surmise Never was truth in those eyes, of porcelain
Its all the same I realise Deep inside porcelain eyes Offering me, internally Eternity
Its all the same Your porcelain Try hard in vain To drive me ins
Strohhalm

__Where are my melancholic days? When I may frolic and cavort in bed, Staring at the ceiling. To contentedly stare listlessly Out a rain washed pane? Where is my enthused introspective walk Under skies hung with low grey cloud? Where is my time to cheerily steep in the warmth of my inward aches? Irony that I 'm morose midst the furious pace of my life. Dec 8, 2002__
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