Midnight In Paris
She was the hidden flower of the seine
She walked her sadness through the streets
The sky was grey, the wind made her shiver
She cried for her mother, to hold her pain
Her heart was torn
All her friends had left
Alone in Paris, like an empty bottle of wine
Her desires drained, every solitary drop
If, only if, a smile would appear
She laughed, she cried, all the same
The tears hidden inside
She rode the subways to emptiness
If, only if, she could be a painting
The museum walls could hang her thoughts
And drown the grey clouds hanging above
If, only if, her heart could beat once more
If, only if, the life could give peace
And sleep would become a blanket of warmth
Float away, she dreamed,
Broken hotels and empty windows
If Maman I could hug you once more
Before the Eiffel tour fades from view
My Paris is leaving me
As I leave you
Epilogue
The Cemetery of Thoughts
There’s beauty in sadness
There is sadness that we don’t see
The lonely
Who need to see
The beauty of Paris
Kiss the lonely
And wake up broken hearts
Copyright © Arthur Vaso | Year Posted 2013
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