Sat alone on his chair,
with music playing in the air...
Quietly listening to his heart,
a sad feeling pierced, thru like a dart...
Painted a beautiful picture,
with no one he could feature...
Closed his eyes, to feel his mind,
still no one, he can perfectly find...
Composed a smoothing song,
with lyrics added, seems so wrong...
Free his thoughts, to seek his soul,
found it there, all alone and so cold...
- bryan lee, 8 july 2005
+ BL updated @ 12:35 AM
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