Cynthia Zhang
(Written October 29, 2012)
Sincerity
The Image of an Ideal
Where do I
begin
To tell a
story of
Hate and
love?
Mellow
melodies
Cannot hide
My emotional
storm.
I walked on
The fine line
Between death
and life
Just to
avoid
That free
fall of
My darling
you,
My dream.
I cannot
tell
How plain
this dream is.
Yet I cannot
let go
For
If I let go
I lose all.
Oh lord,
Save me.
Save me!
My eyes
should
Have been
blind.
I have been walking
Forever in
that
Quiet green
garden.
But I never
knew
I came from
hell.
Till now.
But darling,
I will still
sing and play
For you,
With all
that I am
With all
that I have.
The pinkness
of my lips
Once lost
their color
For you.
I live a
life
Given by
you.
But darling,
Don’t you
see?
I was one of
those
Who died for
you?
For you,
For our
dream.
I will stay
here
Where you
belong
Till you
come back.
I will see
you
Live a life
Richer and
longer
Than mine.
I will see
Your sorrow
and joy.
I will cry
and fall
For you
Again.
When you
come back,
I move
closer
To my dream
To be with
you.
And I am
ready
To fly with
you
To our dream
land,
Our home.
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