oxymoron
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The door slammed shut
into my five year old face
I was just a little girl
and I was already in this place
I crawled into bed
I think you and me could make it
But I'm not sure if our hearts can take it
So i'm in the studio writing my feelings down
Trying not to drown
In my emotions
Cupid's never been mistaken
Until now
Our love is forsaken
Think we should take our final bows
These curtains won't be drawn again
White as snow.
The dead trees
With no leaves.
Animals hibernating
In a deep sleep.
The night is silent.
The water flows
Calmly.
Woosh! Woosh!
The wind blows in,
Giving the night
A peaceful war.
A troubled paradise.
Absolutely unsure of the life given.
Deafening silence.
Silent noise filling each cavity of the soul.
The sad smile that is omnipresent,
But clearly misunderstood.
