A life soon to be forgotten, a life without hope.
December 3rd 2009 05:25
A life soon to be forgotten.
A life without hope.
It’s a place nobody ever wants
to visit and hardly ever thinks about.
Her eyes tell a story,
it’s volumes they’re screaming,
for anybody willing to listen,
a beautiful pair of eyes,
striking to look at.
A hidden sadness is always there,
for anyone eager to see,
an impression of her ails,
those eyes are sad, indeed, gloomy.
A lost hope, far flung long ago,
there’s never a smile,
not now,
the pain is deeply entrenched.
She’d prefer to die,
but not before she speaks her story,
someone must be told,
a fine-looking pair of eyes.
Aspirations long gone,
a ballerina in flight,
a loss that will soon be forgotten,
wasted life, painful life,
tears never acknowledged,
a pity really.
A life without hope.
It’s a place nobody ever wants
to visit and hardly ever thinks about.
Her eyes tell a story,
it’s volumes they’re screaming,
for anybody willing to listen,
a beautiful pair of eyes,
striking to look at.
A hidden sadness is always there,
for anyone eager to see,
an impression of her ails,
those eyes are sad, indeed, gloomy.
A lost hope, far flung long ago,
there’s never a smile,
not now,
the pain is deeply entrenched.
She’d prefer to die,
but not before she speaks her story,
someone must be told,
a fine-looking pair of eyes.
Aspirations long gone,
a ballerina in flight,
a loss that will soon be forgotten,
wasted life, painful life,
tears never acknowledged,
a pity really.
Original work by
Alexander Teligioridis
December 2009.
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