With her voice she speaks through her fingertips so delicate, so gentle, so torn... Scared you can tell by her beating heart fleeting, she's dreaming to the words of a song so special. She cries to each word, words of her mind that are too broken to be spoken, such a sad fate frozen in the time she knows oh so, oh so such a sad fate... Though the words reach his eyes still his heart bleeds to which he views upon the screen, his eyes beaming with tears streaming, he's screaming to why he's seeing what he's seeing, thus believing so he reaches, he reaches out strong to the girl of his broken dreams.. They talk, they talk like his wish, his wish he clings, it's hinged on broken wings... To bed he goes smiling, to sleep he goes hearing, the words repeating like spoken dreaming, the words appearing... He wakes, his heart knows such pain once more, she's running, he's turning! He's screaming why! He doesn't understand, shouting why continued! Why! ! ! ! ... Though he's shouting, she doesn't hear, she can't see it... What she means to him... She gone.... It's over.... Done.
Why…
Joe.H
10/6/2012
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