02-01-2013, 09:34 AM
Hearts generate warmth fueling on faith but,
our hearts have lost their hope,
they grope the cold to be jungle fevered.
Not knowing what to expect,
they dissect their beings agreeing to the kamikaze flights
on planes called love.
Declaring the world theirs
until the holes acquired (from attacks) institute the fall.
After they had given their all,
they are left.
Alone.
Forgetting who cast the first stone.
But, the leafs are gone now.
Allowing them to bow into the deepest depression.
With whispers of legend riding the wind
waiting for us to mend the void,
the cold freezes to below zero.
Searching for a hero,
they weaken.
Ignoring the beacon to rest.
Still climbing,
not knowing the depths of these holes,
they empty their souls,
until someone encourages hope to spring forward.
Reproducing warmth.
Introducing love, again
to help us remember when it was real.
Not mythical
but mystical,
and real.
Marry him.
our hearts have lost their hope,
they grope the cold to be jungle fevered.
Not knowing what to expect,
they dissect their beings agreeing to the kamikaze flights
on planes called love.
Declaring the world theirs
until the holes acquired (from attacks) institute the fall.
After they had given their all,
they are left.
Alone.
Forgetting who cast the first stone.
But, the leafs are gone now.
Allowing them to bow into the deepest depression.
With whispers of legend riding the wind
waiting for us to mend the void,
the cold freezes to below zero.
Searching for a hero,
they weaken.
Ignoring the beacon to rest.
Still climbing,
not knowing the depths of these holes,
they empty their souls,
until someone encourages hope to spring forward.
Reproducing warmth.
Introducing love, again
to help us remember when it was real.
Not mythical
but mystical,
and real.
Marry him.