vrijdag 12 december 2008

Venus' Breath

Like a toy that is broken
Face down on the ground
Left in a corner
Hidden from the crowd
Covered in dust
That collected its heart
With eyes melancholy
Keeping lovers apart
Suffering in stillness
In a beautiful cage
It's a lone execution
Of emotional rage
But no one does notice
For a secret it is
We all keep from the world
The things we most miss

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