The Song Has Finally Ended

The Song Has Finally Ended

A Poem by A.r. Bazian

The Song Has Finally Ended

 

tick... tock...
our time has come
we uncover the veils
we've held all along...
we have danced do much...
to the rhymes of this song...
it ends...as we roll to our lives...
the lies we rock among
can we betray our heads?
can we let go of our tears...
held in for so long?
laying in our beds...
thinking of what went wrong...
why's and what if's...
crumbling... to the exit of our song!
as we raise our heads high...
knowing, that we must stay strong!
to stand off... as we put on...
all our disguise...
laugh eternally... those lies i despise!
as ride on with the rest of our lives...
shed farewells... as we shed our goodbyes!
when no one looks deep...
into the lantern of our eyes..
hearts... in which we cry...
for today my friend...
our song shall end...
once i've said it...
now i say it again...
our lives are glorious...
we needn't to pretend!
for now... i'm free...
i hold no lies...
because my friend, you see...
i knew that our song would end!


by: The Black Iris, Of The Luminous Imperious






 

 

© 2008 A.r. Bazian


Author's Note

A.r. Bazian
i wrote it a week before my High school Graduation!

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High school huh?
Personally I started writing at high school, at the finals to be exact! Crazy times for sure

Anyway this is one of yours for sure, your free style is stinging beautifully
So art wise! You kick a*s

One note tho! The song never fades and never dies!
You can figure out what I mean

Love and respect,
Tamer

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

never the song to end
we may just change tunes
my life is
tones in melody and harmony

if the song ends
i am done
to be done
is no more


Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Amman/Salt, Middle East, Jordan



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