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     There was a girl who could laugh and sing,

but was weak to the sound of despair.

As she walked along the cobble of York,

rain pushing her towards the ground,

she could only think of what she did not have;

Love and trust she could never reach at ease.

Though knowing could feel 

Arrived vastly unrequited.

 

     She was mangled and tattered

from waking down York, 

with the screeching of a crown it far. 

She walked with discretion, 

her heart pumping rapid 

and approached by the fear of

time diminished to ash. 

If only could cry to the weeping of the rain,

She'd feel satisfaction at last. 

 

     As she ran

swallowed by the debris in the air,

running towards her destiny

she stopped to think,

"Is this right for me?"

The confusion wrapped around her skin,

tearing her heart apart,

and brought her to a blue eyed angel.

Patience, whispers a voice, 

Without time there will be no ending. 

 

     Stranded...

Stranded at the cobble of York

she lay at peace. 

Reaching, for her life was

a vision of white. 

An acorn from the tree of York

awakens her slumber,

Leaving the mark of a million deaths.

Why? Why was the fire from above

pulling her away from the light?

Though maybe the light was 

never meant to be hers. 

 

     Gazing, deeply at what could have been hers,

A willow of passion; what shouldn't been hers,

the heart that was given elsewhere;

what no one deserves,

the anger that fill one's heart,

causing pain, sorrow and vexation

is the the reason she 

never left the 

Mysterious Cobble of York




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