DeaD|PoeT
05-08-2009, 10:35 AM
You can sit beside a waterfall and never get a
taste, bask in all its glory and melt with its
beautiful grace. You can smell the fresh green
grass splinter flowers in your mind, yet sand right
in front of it oblivious and blind. While creatures
from another world tickle your very dream, ones
out in the open end with only a scream. The
mirrors that bounce back images of what life
should be, are only but a mask to hold what you
should really see. Angels drop from heavens gate
descend among us all, yet when appears to you you
step back to your wall. So let me ask you this and
make an image clear, why would walk on by and
live in utter fear. For what you see is true, behind
the eyes Grey and blue, Another story backed by
ink, miss read forgotten passed in a blink.
taste, bask in all its glory and melt with its
beautiful grace. You can smell the fresh green
grass splinter flowers in your mind, yet sand right
in front of it oblivious and blind. While creatures
from another world tickle your very dream, ones
out in the open end with only a scream. The
mirrors that bounce back images of what life
should be, are only but a mask to hold what you
should really see. Angels drop from heavens gate
descend among us all, yet when appears to you you
step back to your wall. So let me ask you this and
make an image clear, why would walk on by and
live in utter fear. For what you see is true, behind
the eyes Grey and blue, Another story backed by
ink, miss read forgotten passed in a blink.