A blue sun sets, as a bird passes by,
And I know I could bet, that it would rise tomorrow,
But why make a bet with a broken heart? When it is filled with such sorrow
Why do we rise against, when we know we'll fall.
And if the world can accept the brutal truth, then why can't you accept my honesty?
My feelings? My heart?
Why can't this flower, be placed in your care?
Or would you destroy it the first chance you get?
Would you hold it's velvet petals so close, it could feel your heart beat,
But your thoughts are different from mine, yet they seem to be influenced by those around you.
Which would make you a dog, following a cruel maste
I'm not pretty or ugly
I'm not smart or dumb
I'm not tall or short
I'm not small or big
I'm not in the crowd or outside of it
I'm not a lier or truthful
I'm not anything or something
I'm here but not
I don't know why he speaks to me for I have nothing to say
For my words mean nothing to so many
I think she is beautiful not ugly
She's brilliant not dumb
She's tall enough for me to reach her lips
She's small enough to hold
She's not a part of the crowd but has friends who are true
She's a trustworthy person when it doesn't harm someone else
She's not anything or something, but she's everything to me
She's here in my heart for a
Sorrows of the Dragon Lord by kamisch42, literature
Literature
Sorrows of the Dragon Lord
Sorrows of the Dragon Lord
In the woods,
By the dragons layer,
A house lay silent
- Misplaced there.
Misplaced among the creatures of knowledge and magic.
Creatures living in the realm of the dragons layer.
There lay that house,