Post by Graveyard Goddess on Oct 21, 2005 21:16:40 GMT -5
Haunting Carousel
The bells reflect the memories
of whimsical youthfulness
A dream I've always owned
riding on the backs of beautiful ponies
searching for happiness.
The paint had been worn from the former souls;
Who had chipped and had cracked at the beauty it holds,
But since then it has been repainted
in smiles and tears made of pink and gold.
Racing to the beat of the melody;
A cry that I think is a song for me.
Watching the faceless crowds flow by;
rising up; rising down— we glide.
Seeing the colors blur ;Imagining
A daydream without a care
but in this world of mine,I ride,
the circles of fantasy
It’s a shame for me
that I am getting nowhere.
The bells reflect the memories
of whimsical youthfulness
A dream I've always owned
riding on the backs of beautiful ponies
searching for happiness.
The paint had been worn from the former souls;
Who had chipped and had cracked at the beauty it holds,
But since then it has been repainted
in smiles and tears made of pink and gold.
Racing to the beat of the melody;
A cry that I think is a song for me.
Watching the faceless crowds flow by;
rising up; rising down— we glide.
Seeing the colors blur ;Imagining
A daydream without a care
but in this world of mine,I ride,
the circles of fantasy
It’s a shame for me
that I am getting nowhere.
I'm in love with this poem!!
