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Many times before I gave my hand,
Reaching out, but you deny.
I can’t fly,
Not like lions in the wind.
So take me to another land.
Help; I called before,
can you conjure up a spell?
Where’s your book,
a glimpse it took,
and send me deep in hell.
If I were in the pages,
which I’m not, so don’t bother me.
Flip the page, where am I?
No where, as you can see.
I’m just the misprint in life,
a mistake that doesn’t belong.
And the song you gave me once to sing,
I sung it wrong, so very wrong.
Of course I’m getting dizzy,
Whys this room feeling so hot?
As the peering eyes do shoot at me,
I wish I was, what I am not.
I’m not so casted out,
Just simply shouldn’t be here.
So wave your magic wand my friend..
Hocus pocus… I disappear.
Let me vanish under stones..
with R.I.P at the bases.
Let me wander like a ghost,
I do see familiar faces.
It’s not wrong to let me go,
for the people who noticed my grief.
I’m just haunting the book of life,
in sadness, but relief.
I was always invisible,
not that it matters to this day.
Anyway, I show my sudden claw.
And as a baby, I once did crawl.
Time awaited in the veins,
last breath,
I went insane.
The invisible me you fear,
as a little girl went crystal clear.
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