parallel.

Parallel lines extending, into forever’s end,

Sorry broken hearts, that refuse to mend,

Destined never, to touch or to meet,

Could it be true love, that you seek?

I’ll write it all down, with a paper and a pen,

And then on your journey, will you I send,

To look for the one, who makes you sing,

Nameless songs to the sky and wind.

So bring me the light, of a dying star,

The song of a bird, who flew too far,

The scent of a flower, too late in spring,

And light from the moon, on silver wings.

A smile of compassion, in a world of sin,

The touch of a hand, upon wounded skin,

The portrait of a soul, the blind man drew,

All of these things, I ask of you.

Woven with the love, of the family and friend,

I’ll compose the symphonies, that to you, I’ll lend,

Pen down the stories, of the sun and the moon,

And turn them all into, sad pretty tunes.

So take my words, and hold them dear,

For there’s nothing else, you need to fear,

Go in search, of your long lost heart,

I’ll watch with rue, as you depart.

I hope you’ll find, your true love’s kiss,

Mend your heart, and get your wish,

Cause it sucked having, to write all this,

Since in the end, it’ll be you I miss.

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Parallel lines extending, into forever’s end,

Sorry broken hearts, that refuse to mend,

Destined never, to touch or to meet,

Maybe it was you, that I did seek.

by: A-Mo-my-Nous =D