OD

Chocolates taste bitter, the coffee is sour
The sun is so cold, the scorching rain pours
The birds no longer chirp, they seem to roar
And yellow is not the favourite color anymore

What has become of the eyes that see
The tears, they shed so easily
Are drums broken so as not to hear
For the touch of love is no longer near

The princess has lost her crown
Her maids, they put her down
She journeys all alone without bliss
The end of the world seems to be an abyss

The leaves, they try to tell her a story
That gets her back to fame and glory
Yet it wasn’t meant to last for long
Her heart ceased beating by the end of the song….

by: meg havana
17 Mar 2007