I’m tired of eternal search
Looking through the crowd trying to see your face
Longing like I’ve never longed
For the beauty of never come dawn
Flowing down the page
To become a tear of pure grace
I’m locked inside reality’s cage
Trying to live meaningless days
Come out of these shadows
I’m lost in this labyrinth of insanity
Madness crowned me for withered tomorrow
I escape from the world
To see you again
Wandering in my Never-Land for which I long
Forevermore
Through these cold days
I cry to feel alive
Longing forevermore to your face
Still searching in the crowd
For so dear eyes
Each day remains the same
Wind’s howling your name
Innocent purity of your grace
Makes me confess I’m still looking for your face
Hoping to see you suddenly in the crowd
To hear your voice’s dear sound
Just to see you again, only one more time
Longing for the darkest grace
I’m still hoping to see your face…
Linlin's Poetry 