“Lying in the dark, I think that I’m beginning to know her”…

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With the wind in her hair…
And passion in her eyes…
She’s the type to dare…
Keeps her fears disguised…
Adventure owns her soul…
Has a carefree view on life…
She’s always in control…
Walks the blade, avoids the knife…

She’s enchanted many men…
They all fall at her feet…
Entrapping them all over again…
Each and every time they meet…
But inside she is so empty…
No love can be enjoyed…
The sum of all her history…
The emotion she’s tried hard to avoid…

She prefered to be a Magpie…
Claiming all that’s Gold…
As time has slowly passed her by…
It’s left her heart so cold…
So she keeps on moving…
Eyes focused dead ahead…
She needs to keep on proving…
That her way works instead…

But she can’t bare to be reminded…
Of the one that came so close…
The Golden one she blinded…
The man with the Yellow rose…
He was her wind, played with her hair…
Put the passion into her eyes…
Now she no longer feels or cares…
That day her heart just died…

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Drawing by Nina Fang – Click the image to visit her blog…

9 responses to ““Lying in the dark, I think that I’m beginning to know her”…

  1. To her , her heart may have died that day, but I wonder if, under the ashes of disappointment, a feint whimper of an ancient love still smoulders?

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