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Post by charlotte on Aug 15, 2005 22:53:12 GMT
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Post by charlotte on Aug 15, 2005 22:57:15 GMT
Charlotte walked intot he music room and grinned. She pulled up a chair to the piano and ran a hand over the keys. She began to play a tune. Soon she started to sing. "I'm so tired of being here Suppressed by all my childish fears And if you have to leave I wish that you would just leave 'cause your presence still lingers here And it won't leave me alone
These wounds won't seem to heal This pain is just too real There's just too much that time cannot erase
When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears I held your hand through all of these years But you still have All of me
You used to captivate me By your resonating mind Now I'm bound by the life you left behind Your face it haunts My once pleasant dreams Your voice it chased away All the sanity in me
These wounds won't seem to heal This pain is just too real There's just too much that time cannot erase
I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone But though you're still with me I've been alone all along." Charlotte stopped playing. She smiled. She loved music more than anything. The song needed something. Drums, bass, and two guitars. She put her head down on the piano and it let out a loud not so good sound.
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