Open Poetry #42 |
Shadow (a song) |
A Beautiful Disaster Member
since 2007-01-13
Posts 409 |
You're a lie, You're an end of my novel that's missing, You're a sculpture That's carved by my hands out of ice, You're a portrait, Drawn perfectly, still not existing, You're a myth, An illusion, but idealized. From the height of your now shattered sky You look down at what's left of me, But you're scared behind your disguise, Figured out is your mystery. I'm a statue that just seems broken, I'm the truth that's still unspoken, I'm an arrow of love... What's love? - You've never known... I'm your fear, so deeply hidden, I'm the myth you don't believe in, And you never will - you cannot understand a word. I'm a rose That, however, just seems to be wilting, I'm spring - When my time comes, I die and revive. I'll come back... Not to you, for you'll never be missing me, Still I love you, My hero who wasn't alive. From the height of your dark shattered sky I fall down... you don't even see. Like my tears, I'm invisible now, Figured out is my destiny. I am me - no more your shadow, No more your twin soul, so shallow, No more your mirror, or your pillow, or your shield. I'm your fear, so deeply hidden, I'm the myth you don't believe in, And you never will - you cannot understand a word. From the height of your dark shattered sky I fall down... you don't even see. Like my tears, I'm invisible now, Figured out is my destiny. I'm a statue that just seems broken, I'm the truth that's still unspoken, I'm an arrow of love... What's love? - You've never known... I'm your fear, so deeply hidden, I'm the myth you don't believe in, And you never will - you cannot understand a word. I am me - no more your shadow, No more your twin soul, so shallow, No more your mirror, or your pillow, or your shield. I'm your fear, so deeply hidden, I'm the myth you don't believe in, And you never will - you cannot understand a word. The recording is here: http://www.geocities.com/soulofabeautifuldisaster/Songwriters_Corner.htm |
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shyvl Senior Member
since 2008-04-11
Posts 531texas, usa |
Love is often ruined by reality. I liked the beginning best. It had a consistent structure that gave it a nice flow. "You're a lie, You're an end of my novel that's missing, You're a sculpture That's carved by my hands out of ice, You're a portrait, Drawn perfectly, still not existing, You're a myth, An illusion, but idealized" That's my favorite part. Thanks for sharing sharyn |
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Seoulair Senior Member
since 2008-03-27
Posts 807Seoul S.Korea |
very good! sad song. desperation. |
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