Promise Paradise

I wanna go to the place

where I won't have to cry

And then all I will see

Is my forgetten paradise

 

Trees swaying softly

going left to right

they stay there in peace

Never having to choose between dark or light

 

I am in the middle

Here I will always stay

Because you broke my life

and made me grey

 

No dont cry baby

I don't mind

I have been used before

This won't be the last time

 

It's okay i'll be fine

I can watch the sunset

then spread my wings in fly

because in my forgotten paradise

I will never have to cry

 

I will run with the breeze

Take my time go on swings

SLeep under a tree

and watch falling leaves

 

I wanna go to the place

where I won't have to cry

Because all I will ever see

Is my Forgotten Paradise

 

I'll laugh with the wind

and soar through the air

Smily every so quietly

even though you won't hear

 

Here i can show all my purple scars

Don't worry they won't scare you

It's really no self-harm

 

No its fine baby please don't cry

Cuz it my forgetten paradise

I will never have to ask why

 

 

I'll lay on the grass look up at the sky

Make a wish on a star

and soar with no goodbye

 

I will kiss butterfly wings

Smell the flowers

take some time

MAybe write a poem or two

because here its not a crime

 

A beautiful day dream

that astonishes me everytime

It takes all these wonders

and shocks me with the time

 

Fireflys will be beside me

in a simple tiny jar

I'll sing to them softly

And then maybe run a little far

 

And In my forgotten paradise

I will dance with the rain

Climb trees that are high

Forget all my pain

and never once again ask why.

Author's Note

thisd is for me i will be editing it soon

Reviews

[Mari-Sweet]

This is absolutely beautiful but sad at the same time.

[*~*Butterfly Kisses*~*]

Deeply emotional and beautifully written. Nicely done!!

[Inyourshadow]

Leave as is, this is Miltons third book Paradise Forgotten. You capture the pain and the healing process with gentleness of tears shed not out of pain but in order to wash his touch from your skin. Beautiful and bittersweet, keep em' coming