He looks suspiciously to her,
While she waits for the leaves to stir.
He stares right thru her pain,
She thinks they have no shame.
The people existing in her mind,
Leave nothing for him to find.
The dance behind her,
They hide behind the last fir
Of a destiny untold to virgin ears.
They control the only mind she steers.
The stalks of raindrops,
Never take the warning stops.
He tries to tell her reality,
To take away the formailty.
The perfect dying raindrop,
Makes one last dying plop.
She believes they reside behind,
But they only exist in her mind.
The moon so bright,
Can only shine in white.
And the stalks lurk in the black,
Ceasing to look at the cracks.
He trys to talk her sense,
But she knows the dividing fence,
Can only divide for a small time,
Just long enough to let me rhyme.
Long enough for me to tell,
The tell of her miserable hell.
He doesn't understand why,
Why does she cry,
Cry out in a deserted street,
Claiming the stalks that creep?
Why doesn't she say who they are?
There is no time to wish apon a star.
She can't break from the spell,
The spell to make her life hell.
The spell to bind her every muse,
And bleach her every move.
He doesn't know what's up,
How to drown pain, with every cup.
The Strangest Feeling...
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