A black laced dress
pale white skin...

A Marguerite of a girl
unseen by all...

She cried alone
in the opaque room...

An opaque room silent
no hidden voice to be heard...

Keys played heavy
there is sorrow in her voice...

My heavy heart grows faint
my eyelids become dark...

Blank sheets scattered
pencils lay upon the ground...

( ramblings, its not really a poem or anything...
sometimes I wonder why I write...

Lets improvise a bit
you'll tremble at my glance...

Dismantle my heart,
erase my memories...

Memories flow steady
nothing stops the pain...

I feel your eyes on me
your touch across my skin...