Burnt page from old diary
Fragile glass of memory’s ice
Words draw the same old story
Door is closed
For all of those
Who thought, who wishes so much
To control me
Music wrote down my life
Piano drew my love with white
Rhyme is haunted by shadows of time
And the dawn of neverending dream
My path leading to nowhere else
Door is closed for all of those
Who tried so hard to make me fall
My world is gone, vanished for them all
It’s hidden deep beneath
From their sight, from their breath
My world lies in-between
Darkness and light, life and death
Door is closed and the key is too far
Where my heart longs for ice and snow
Those Territories I’m living for
In love with my hope forevermore
Music wrote down my life
Piano drew my love with white
Rhyme is my guide
A kind poet’s hand covers me every night
My seer is near and I’m never too far
From that pure innocent heart
Recalling the memories without an end
Telling the same old story
Still writing a letter to nobody
Withering pages by a poet’s hand
Linlin's Poetry 