i look at your face, and it radiates pain,
your smile has been washed off by the rain .
your eyes tell a story of a thousand years,
they seem to cry without dropping a tear .
they're dull and they're dead, they used to be bright,
your cheeks are hollowed by worry and fright .
your lips are pale, no smile lingers,
from it escapes such ghastly pictures .
what happens to the happy girl i knew ?
you're still the same person--yet its not really you .

just remember that theres a rainbow at the end of every storm .
and the sound of your own laughter has the power to keep you warm .
please tell a story that has a happy ending,
paint pictures of memories and happy reminiscing .
and light up a smile that can build fire out of ashes
rise from your sorrow like a newborn pheonix .

nice.

the first stanza is very nice, the second one seems a bit less polished, but equally intreguing.

happens - should be happened?

nice topic. title doesn't seem to fit tho.

keep writing.

very nice indeed, i wish i was able to write that well

i like it... A LOT.

Wow..
I like the first stanza..

The rhyme scheme kind of switches at the end of the second stanza. And it doesn't seem to really fit with the first...

"just remember that theres a rainbow at the end of every storm .
and the sound of your own laughter has the power to keep you warm ."

That seems too long to me, and it doesn't really have a flow...
But good job, I like it =]

The death and ressurection symbolic of a phoenix occur when the memory of suffering no longer serves a useful purpose. Rebirth occurs when old ways of thinking are no longer empowered and transformed by the element of fire. Thanks for sharing.

My favorite line...

I love that soo much. Like .. a lot. I cant explain how much i like that first stanza.



I love that, the my laughter can bring me warmth. Its so deep (: I really like youre writing.