"And so she sways,
With the ever changing wind.
The creak of collision,
Your lies grasping my truths.
Tell me how it'll feel,
If the skies were magenta,
curing the pain.
If your words no longer hung,
Like curtains of shame."
-- Sandra Esperanza
A date chiseled upon its tomb.
A single white rose burns to embers,
A scar renewed and branded twice over.
The smile of the liar reigns,
A thirst for his blood remains.
Where mercy and empathy exist as enemies,
A winter will seize his black heart.
The Lord who turns his deaf ear,
Witnesses the slaying of Redemption,
As the sinner crowns the throne,
And the sins left broken in the wind.
//sandra.esperanza.
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khai
amrita
hafiz
vivien
sharon
eliza
vera
wei ye
-memories//myPHOTOALBUM-
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-philosophy//myPERCEPTIONS-
sandra esperanza
"I am the personification
of the irony that life brings.
I am the subtle whisperings,
of your lucid dreams.
What I am,
is the breaking of my soul,
and the rekindling of fire."
-- by me, to you.
-whispers//mySHOUTBOX-
.know her
.hear her
.leave her
.tell her
.hear her
.leave her
.tell her