she wore the stars on her hand and she
wore the sky on her sleeves and she wore
the wind in her hair while the evening breeze
wound 'round her hand like a emblem of love
and she walked and she walked and she walked
she's alive, she's alive, she's alive
she wore her dreams broken, she wore her dreams whole
love-bites of her life on her skin and her soul
and she stood in the haze of the dimming days
but she's alive, she's alive, she's alive
you can find her and tell her that she is a dream
the most beautiful silence that you've ever seen
and your roses will wilt and your roses will bloom
and she'll live all the days in between
because she's alive, she's alive, she's alive
and you can write her down so she is read again and again
because i will tell you how she wore her pain:
she wore the stars on her hand and she
wore the sky on her sleeves and she wore
the wind in her hair while the evening breeze
wound 'round her hand like a emblem of love
and she walked and she walked and she walked
she's alive, she's alive, she's alive
3 comments:
Totally Loved The Sensation Of This. I Read Through All Of It Like A Song & I Read And Read And Read Again And Again.
It Just Sounded So Great To Me, & How You Used Each And Every Word In This Whole Beautiful Poem.
& It Is Just So Awesome. ^_^ Loved It.
I've been going through your blog and I really like the way you write:) Followed.
I can't read enough of this. I keep coming back to this poem and reading it again and again. I'm sitting in the university right now on a break. I didn't have your blog bookmarked here so I got it from your twitter - thank God! I was googling for a while but in vain :)
Anyway, found it at last. Read this poem again. You'll write another poem soon, won't you?
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