High Strings

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Her eyes are deep
Like the unknown sea
Of doubt and despair
Of destiny and fantasy

She smiles like the sun
Sighs like the gentle wind
Her mind, though, is black and white
And her heart is rather dim

She feigns acute pain
Before her life has even begun
She isn’t too bad though
She is just high strung

Her touch is sweet
And her hair moves like the breeze
But not many have been charmed
By the grace of an empty leaf

She’d hold your hand
Like in her world you matter the most
But when the lights go up
She vanishes like a ghost

She loves like a goddess
Of your thousand splendid suns
And you wonder if you’re falling in love
Even though she is so high strung

She looks so beautiful
Perched at the edge of her faithful mirror
You almost ignore the imperfect
Way she holds the scissors

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You shower her with gifts
She pretends it turns her on
Smiles her empty smile
When you hand over the latest Louis Vuitton

And when the day she walks away
Leaving your heart tortured and broken
You wonder if it was because of you
Or was she just high strung

Sepulcher

Standing atop the hill
Where she fell
Where her beauty and her soul
In the sunlight do dwell

It is here that I walk
Alone until its dark
Then I lose myself
And my mind falls apart

Did they take her
Up this clumsy way
In a lonesome hearse
On a cold winter day

Or did they let her headless
Lump rot, in the sun
And then build a sepulcher
And call her “the one”

I wonder what that angel thought
The one whose smile is etched in stone
Deep down she might have cried
For the girl who died alone

These walls grim at my touch
Behind the dirt and grime
Tell a tale of a beauty
That stood the test of time

She was a thought
A story to the empty hearts
A few worthy words
Painted into someone’s art

One day she fell in love
With the mirrored reflection
Of her own beauty
And its flawed perfection

When I now look upon
The same silver screen
It simply shines the mighty road
And sees right through me

That life that went away
Silently in a guillotine
It still lurks around here
Floating on the night breeze

Today she lies
A pile of broken bones
Among friends and foes
Buried under the same stone

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I walk down the path
Passing by each goodbye
Walking among the hearts I broke
and those who made me cry

I walk the empty roads
Till dusk beckons me home
I look around at the last of light
Back into my sepulcher I go….

On The Road…

The Times are changing
So are we
In a phone call that never came
We became all that we could be
You walk past these gates
A man with a dream
And yet the beautiful tides that await
Undo your lost screams
You left something unsaid
When you walked out of the door
You wish you had turned back
And embraced the memories some more
On the road around the world
There will come a moment of truth
When you’ll remember the laughter
And all that you had wanted to do
But moonlit night would let you know
Even when you left home
You never left the memories
You’re never truly alone…
The letters never sent, were always read
The words unsaid, were always heard
That phone call you missed
was always remembered