if love blooms to be perfect,
why does shadows are being judged?
though love is pure and innocent,
how come he can’t be accepted
just the way he is?
nobody thought the moon is breathing,
no one asks why the sky looms at the rain,
but how could a person looked down
on the one she loves?
if rust takes over the metallic heart,
why pour it with water frrom the Pacific ocean
when you know it will add more pain
to the heart that was yours before?
the weather is rough at times,
the sun will hurt you too,
and yet you cursed the wonders of time.
lullabies brings enchantment,
cries of the wounded souls
will ring once more,
i hated to hear again,
the ballad of the fallen angel.
written: April 20, 2007 Gabs Narazo © 2007 [soulprojekt publikation]