The kind Stranger.
• Written by LivngFire
LivngFire's Notes
-Just a little rap-song that... well, acts as a metamorphose to my past self .
Let me know how it turned out. Totally gay I suppose XD ! Kudos to y'all! ^_^
Two faces colliding in the heat of melting snow
falling with the grace of the springtime below
thus the song flows, hear me oh souls.
There's a carpet of Red blood
perfectly stout in the cold
the sun pulls free of its cave
and Red melts to find her counter force.
finding none moves back into its coveted contours.
But the sun is in its prime now
the contours are too blurry to hold
So she cries to find her home
A soothing hand to the shoulders
makes her stop and see
" oh how lucky I am"
To find thee here!
Rooting with the kind stranger
Red realizes one thing
Her contours were here all along.
just a little deformed, not gone.
thus the song flows, hear me oh souls.
Hefty winds that tried to dissuade her into falling apart
Still raged on harder now that she had friends .
Red faltered a little in her step
But managed to stay up as he held her hand.
A little ways into the road
they were anything but cold.
like an anchor he stood
while she bent down to tie her shoes
She looked up to find a strange look in his eyes
That told her he was uncertain about their ties.
Thus the song flows, hear me oh souls.
Red blood now Red love
dint know where to be
having found her strength again.
She chose to walk his path and see.
it was almost the same she thought.
his and hers.
Yet so vividly different.
There was so much she dint know
so much she wished to know
but the kind stranger with familiar eyes
told her to leave before she fell again.
And so the song flows, dear souls.
The snow is back , and the cold repairs her.
Red Blood now Strong Blood
Decided to stay and explore
if you must, at your own risk he said.
She did not understand then.
but as the clock struck again
She found herself fall deep into a furnace,
Apologizing for her selfless act of servitude.
Teeth clenched, she caressed the fading fire.
the closeness made her contours blur yet again.
This time she was ready for the ugly wind.
So the song flows ,hear me oh souls.
Melting away, dreams, she of that kind stranger
Wondering whether he's out helping another.
A pang of jealousy hit her .
She curbs herself, with the guilt of being nosy.
Who he helps is none of her business she reprimanded.
Still she couldn't digest the strange Idea.
Ebbing away from the fading furnace.
Strong blood went back to Red love
in the search of her kind stranger.
and oh so the song flows, hear me oh souls.
Will their paths cross again or
Was he just one of her inner fantasies on the cold nights?
filled with questions, Red picks up her traveling bag
Hoping to find her stranger again
tell him, " Hold my hand kindly , love and please don't let go this time "
As the traveling days pass by, realization is strong to hit her,
Stranger he remains no-more , at-least not to her mind.
And Finds she can never return home again the same.
For Home is where-ever kindness and strength is.
Home is where-ever she truly defines herself.
And not just, where he is.
Drowning in the deep waters, both of them
As Floyd say, two lost souls , become lost in their own demons.
Again and again,
They meet , to hold each other up ,
while the swim is of equal toughness on both ends.
Chosing to hold on and beyond, while one of them chooses to drown.
Is a disastrous method , named as love,
by most misguided singers.
Hold on, only if you have the strength to pull them up.
Not drown alongside and name it a tragedy.
Blaming it on poor love.
Is what Red came to an understanding.
So hold her hand, dear boy at face,
A beautifully artistic , flawed simple, man inside.
Most known men She's come across are the opposite,
Yet his eccentricity is not the excuse, behind her love.
Though strong she might be not anymore, she will try to be , for him.
Because her flaws might not outweigh his.
Yet their presence cannot be denied.
Try and have patience with Red, kind stranger,
For she understands, anger takes its toll on everyone.
Will you hold her in your embrace,
as she tries to understand this world around her.
Will you hold her tight in your embrace, with no space for anything else.
But our two intertwining souls finally finding the warmth
They've been searching all along.
Will you hold her long and tight,
As she finds the meaning of love within you and her and fights her mind
and the world alongside?
Will he ever find it in him , to see her with certainty.
Will he ..... Does he .... She's tired of the open ended questions.
As she runs of into the meadow,
She wonders are these just never-ending pointless words to him?
Does it signify just vanity to him, like to the rest of the world?
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LivngFire
Member since February 16 2015