He comes to us when the sun rises,
Ripples of warmth, lay upon the skin we own.
Each candle dances with the slightest breath,
Leaves when darkness arises and as it appears present cannot be seen
Only the future, when the soft glow awakens the goddess of dreams,
Reminiscing the days of reality.
Sunday, 29 May 2011
4.
As the morning dusk awakens, the birds are washing,
The sky so silently still, but yet the ticks of the time go by.
Good morning pleasant day, i wish you well.
The sky so silently still, but yet the ticks of the time go by.
Good morning pleasant day, i wish you well.
3.
My dear lover. Please don't be afraid,
I'm sorry to say my feelings are due to fade
Just as the excitement drifts, my affections must bid you a break
Our restless souls will take time to breath
And the hearts will beat once more,
Once upon that time.
Next time.
I'm sorry to say my feelings are due to fade
Just as the excitement drifts, my affections must bid you a break
Our restless souls will take time to breath
And the hearts will beat once more,
Once upon that time.
Next time.
2.
You complicate your lives with these silly little feelings. Constantly creating
these creatures of the mind, planning tricks, holding sticks, with firearms in
their pockets and red aggression in their souls.
Who are you without a guilty soul? An empty pack of Marlboro Reds a gust
of wind shock me, with an unpleasant aftershock which rang inside my ears..
these creatures of the mind, planning tricks, holding sticks, with firearms in
their pockets and red aggression in their souls.
Who are you without a guilty soul? An empty pack of Marlboro Reds a gust
of wind shock me, with an unpleasant aftershock which rang inside my ears..
1.
You don't realise your naivety until you learn from it.
Yet again you loose, even though being right isnt a good feeling. Can i move now? Walk away, brush it off. A year is too long. Unconditional, unfortunate me.. Unrequited.
Yet again you loose, even though being right isnt a good feeling. Can i move now? Walk away, brush it off. A year is too long. Unconditional, unfortunate me.. Unrequited.
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