Thursday, October 28, 2010


A million empty spaces,
soon filled with empty faces.
Do you hear them call her name?
She sits still and
she stays silent,
eventually they fade.
Her heart beat softens,
it all swims away.

Oh there's a pretty girl somewhere,
hiding from fame.
There's a pretty name awaiting,
it all sounds the same.
Around some mystic corner,
she falls to her knees,
crying to be heard and
wanting to be seen.

- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone


findingmywingsinlife said...

this makes me sad to read. I will try to call you on my way up to rehearsal tonight...and if I don't get u, I'll call afterwards. Miss you, our talks, our walks... I'm feeling so frustrated right now, as it seems you are as well. I'm so sorry I can't get down there to visit :(

Kaleidoscope Girl said...

So tragic. Interesting piece of poetry.

Opaque said...

Somewhere... yea, somewhere, there lies the answer too...