someone asked her if she would to listen,
to listen to him.
someone asked her if she would to listen,
to listen to what he has to say.
someone asked her if she would to listen,
to listen to his thoughts.
someone asked her if she would to listen,
to listen to his dreams.
someone asked her if she would to listen,
to listen to his aspirations.
someone asked her if she would to listen,
what he has to say to her.
someone asked her to share her thoughts,
and share a part with him.
someone asked her to be his love,
but in the end, left her in the ditch.
someone asked her to wait for him,
only to break this one last thing.
and now a broken doll, dead yet alive.
an empty shell waiting for one who will never come.
an empty shell, hollow through and through,
echos sounds that other couldn't hear.
and they couldn't see her.Labels: poetry
someone asked her if she would to listen,
to listen to him.
someone asked her if she would to listen,
to listen to what he has to say.
someone asked her if she would to listen,
to listen to his thoughts.
someone asked her if she would to listen,
to listen to his dreams.
someone asked her if she would to listen,
to listen to his aspirations.
someone asked her if she would to listen,
what he has to say to her.
someone asked her to share her thoughts,
and share a part with him.
someone asked her to be his love,
but in the end, left her in the ditch.
someone asked her to wait for him,
only to break this one last thing.
and now a broken doll, dead yet alive.
an empty shell waiting for one who will never come.
an empty shell, hollow through and through,
echos sounds that other couldn't hear.
and they couldn't see her.Labels: poetry
-; little lotte } @ 3:32 PM
the superficial world.
.dust.
for a long time, she wandered,
unable to break through.
for a long time, she searched,
but couldn't find you.
for a long time, she cried,
but no flames dried her tears.
for a long time, she prayed,
for hope and faith that will one day appear.
along he came, a light in the dark.
took her hand and held her tight.
the warmth brought her life again,
and overnight she blossomed.
more beautiful than before...
but all good things come to end.
soon, everything will come to pass...
and these flames will, but reduce, to dust.Labels: poetry
-; little lotte } @ 12:18 AM
the superficial world.
.dust.
for a long time, she wandered,
unable to break through.
for a long time, she searched,
but couldn't find you.
for a long time, she cried,
but no flames dried her tears.
for a long time, she prayed,
for hope and faith that will one day appear.
along he came, a light in the dark.
took her hand and held her tight.
the warmth brought her life again,
and overnight she blossomed.
more beautiful than before...
but all good things come to end.
soon, everything will come to pass...
and these flames will, but reduce, to dust.Labels: poetry
-; little lotte } @ 12:18 AM
the superficial world.
Thursday, April 5, 2007
down the deep sea he swam.
down the ocean deep he went.
the things, the things he saw,
wore a secretive, murky hue.
down the deep sea he went.
down the ocean deep he swarm.
held his breath and struggle through.
and found something else in the blue.
Labels: in working, poetry
-; little lotte } @ 9:13 PM
the superficial world.
down the deep sea he swam.
down the ocean deep he went.
the things, the things he saw,
wore a secretive, murky hue.
down the deep sea he went.
down the ocean deep he swarm.
held his breath and struggle through.
and found something else in the blue.
Labels: in working, poetry
-; little lotte } @ 9:13 PM
the superficial world.
.nostalgia.
backdrop.
full house.
wide smiles.
applause.
music;
singing;
painted faces;
and more.
gestures;
a turn;
another walk;
and bow.
then fades off
into the dark,
an empty stage
of the past.
and the companions were lost.
never to be found...
Labels: poetry
-; little lotte } @ 4:27 PM
the superficial world.
.nostalgia.
backdrop.
full house.
wide smiles.
applause.
music;
singing;
painted faces;
and more.
gestures;
a turn;
another walk;
and bow.
then fades off
into the dark,
an empty stage
of the past.
and the companions were lost.
never to be found...
Labels: poetry
-; little lotte } @ 4:27 PM
the superficial world.
Monday, April 2, 2007
strangers in a chance encounter,
faces passing in a crowd.
one caught the other's eye,
and the beat picked up.
a small shift, a passing glance,
lowered eyes and shy smiles ...
dim lights,
yet bright.
everything else fades into nothingness,
only one remains...
fingers touching, locking,
and in the midst they felt each other.
a simple connection
through the eyes.
the deep smiles and understanding
of unspoken words and feelings.
along the way they felt
but both were too afraid...
perhaps they see,
but pretend not to.
pretend away everything,
so that the magic will hold true...
Labels: poetry
-; little lotte } @ 11:58 AM
the superficial world.
strangers in a chance encounter,
faces passing in a crowd.
one caught the other's eye,
and the beat picked up.
a small shift, a passing glance,
lowered eyes and shy smiles ...
dim lights,
yet bright.
everything else fades into nothingness,
only one remains...
fingers touching, locking,
and in the midst they felt each other.
a simple connection
through the eyes.
the deep smiles and understanding
of unspoken words and feelings.
along the way they felt
but both were too afraid...
perhaps they see,
but pretend not to.
pretend away everything,
so that the magic will hold true...
Labels: poetry
-; little lotte } @ 11:58 AM
the superficial world.
