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A Beautiful Disaster Member
since 2007-01-13
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Forever Young Sophie, a fragile gentle soul, In Freedom saw the greatest virtue, The spring of love, the dawn of all Destined to be the end of torture. For all it was not quite the same, It was the person's inner power. That till the end would pave their way And fill with sense each minute an hour. ...Sophie was only seventeen, But life had left her all alone. She'd disallowed all her kin, She had no one to call her own. She had just one but faithful friend - Her own reflection in the mirror. All people failed to understand Her open mind, so pure and clear. She used to gain the strength inside From melancholy, never-ending. Her sorrow she could not hide, She was so helpless at pretending. She didn't want to be the one Of monochrome and deadly crowd; Her solitude just let her run From those she knew nothing about. It was the Freedom of her choice - Sophie had nothing more to treasure... Each time she heard a ghostly voice It brought her pain that couldn't be measured. Her memories aroused tears, She knew the good would've never happened. She knew her Only One was near... But only in her heart, so shattered. She'd promised Him she'd live through that When seeing Him die. She couldn't follow. She wished she'd been with Him, but dead. Her life seemed then so dim and hollow. She wanted so much to die, But couldn't break the promise, faithful, For death would've meant just having lied. Her consciousness she had to face. It Hurt Sophie so much to breathe, The time did pass - her grief did grow. And every day was like the last In all her life, for she did know That life, destined to bring just pain, Was no sign of Freedom, inner. She, listening to the falling rain, Made up her mind... to be a sinner, With no regrets to leave the world - No one would cry a single tear. "Forgive me, Love, - were her last words, - Again we'll be together, dear." She longed to be forever free, Forever young, forever charming. It was her own choice to be For always loved, for always loving. ...Her body, lifeless and supine Was found in the lake next morning. No one felt sympathy or cried, Still no one showed a sign of mourning. Sophie, forever young, and He From shards and ashes built a kingdom. The life was going on, still dim, But she had chosen endless Freedom. [This message has been edited by A Beautiful Disaster (03-14-2007 08:54 AM).] |
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