Of one lost

Of one lost

A Poem by Janesy

I miss this anger

They took her up to the brightest star last night and bathed her eyes with salt,
and when she woke, everything around her were made of glass.
The fingers that were once well hidden are now exposed, bright and within sight.
And the eyes that circle, only became more condescending.
She never wanted to be the target of anyone's scrutiny.
Especially not when that fine line that separates her friends from her foes,
had already been drawn.

Leave her, leave her. She's leaving to see the mountains.
Leave her, leave her, She has sold all her gold.

Everyone else.
lover you, you weren't suppose to. No, you weren't suppose to.
Night or day? The skies, don't they tell you enough?
Today, you left her empty and in the cold.


Perhaps, soon, they'll put me back in place,
somewhere inside the moon's embrace.
And they'll cover me, until I'm being led to her...
then, i'll quietly shatter all her fragile relations.

© 2010 Janesy

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Added on January 5, 2010
Last Updated on January 5, 2010




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