The beauty of sound can make us have different emotions,
The cries of a newly born child can make us have complete annoyance.
The singing of birds can make us want to listen to their unique language,
The desperate voice of a person to gain your love can make you feel insecure.
Every lullaby is as sweet as honey,
It could be a thick sweet taste.
It could run down like tears and taste like sugar.
Lullabies can be sweeter then fruit though.
The music in the background can attract you like bugs are to light,
It can draw you and make it hard to get out.
It could be like whispering into your ear,
Telling you pain.
But the voice that pierces deep into my chest is like a never-ending cheer.
A cheer in which depression sprouts from.
Could it ever be something that could sprout happiness?
I might not ever know.
 XxDeathlyxDarkxHunterxX · Sun Jun 14, 2009 @ 06:27am · 0 Comments |
