she dabbed make-up on her face, wore the perfect dress

the smell of cheap perfume filled the air...

one hard look at the mirror and she knew she had it going

the hazel eyes, the perfect nose, the half-curved smile playing on her lips

she knew she'd make HIM happy

and then the inevitable happened

she tripped. and fell with a dull thud on the cold hard ground.

she got up like as if from dizzying heights and walked towards the mirror again

the make up was good, her dress was fine

the smell of cheap perfume was slowly fading

like a slow,sad song playing in the background....

(she listened to the words in her head)

the sad beautiful eyes, the perfect nose, the painful smile

 it wasn't a perfect day for romance.  

Afterthought

its too soon to sleep
and yet too late to dream

too much too ask for,
too little to give

too much happiness,
slowly growing sadness........



if i could dream at all,
if i could give it all,
if i could grow at all,
i would let the sadness flow.....

.............

strange unfamiliar territory that i am pushed into
the void may envelope me
the fear may engulf me......

i see them faces, i know them eyes
the eye~ the blinding lights sting my eyes
there's no respite from them bright, unfriendly lights
i run......

what's it i see?
them ghosts from the pasts
haunting, screeching, crying, moaning....laughing?
they're draped in white
i thought they wore black
i run....

its not strange anymore, i have been here before
i know the smell, i feel the colour
 BLACK

darkness.

i run.....i fall.....

love song

its the feeling of newness again, a sense of reawakening...

i hope i am not alone

and i hope you feel the same too

the sky is a brighter blue, the grass, greener

the heartbeats are getting louder

and i hope you can hear them too

my song is almost ready, the one that defines you,

my rhapsody is finally in bloom,

now can you sing it too?