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You said you'd love me one more time I had whiskey and you had cheap wine You said I was a sad man but I'll be just fine I exposed my soul to you and you was shocked to know that I am kind I guess I...
#acrostic /hidden #acorn Another day gone, the seconds advance never enough time but then it ceases.
Lets dance in style lets dance for a while, heaven can wait we're only watching the stars, hoping for the best but expecting the worst, are you going to drop the bomb or not.
#phrase. There's a blank space replacing your face. You sold your story well. You kept a pace, ahead of the race. Let's see where now you dwell. Your methods base, barely a trace.
Looking from space It seems like such a peaceful place Blue and green forms a beautiful face I come closer but it takes me years And then I see the human race They look really happy with no fears I...
Shame had visited me today And it's more than I can say That life had made me this way I sit and think to an extent "Life can be so beautiful and cruel at the same time, yet so fragile...
And it's just one of those nights. Where your mind is as cloudy as the night sky. And your thoughts are louder than your mouth. Where there's too many emotions running through your veins.
Love, What is it. What does it mean. Is it something we feel. Or is it something we know. Can you know Love. Can you feel Love. Who knows.
Since when did we forget The scent that smells so sweet. Since when did we forget The sound that gives off peace.
Another day, aglow in. The light of early autumn. Ticks by, carefree and willing,. Unrelenting in its beautiful. Slow death,. Reaching out and peeling reddened. Leaves from the bony fingers of trees,.
Deep in thought, drifting away, take me away to another day. Where 'I love you' was felt, not spoken and little girls hearts were never broken.
سأقول لك "أحبك".. حين تنتهي كل لغات العشق القديمه فلا يبقى للعشاق شيءٌ يقولونه.. أو يفعلونه.. عندئذ ستبدأ مهمتي.. في تغيير حجارة هذا العالم.. وفي تغيير هندسته.. شجرةً بعد شجره.. وكوكباً بعد كوكب..
We might as well be strangers pretending epiphany: Our favourite game. Love. Hate. Tragedy: The same old story. The things I've seen I can't forget. We might as well be strangers in a hall of...
#nightdwellers. What's been and done has already passed. You can't undo what won't ever last. What's been found and lost can always be brought. But borrowed visions can't be taught.
It felt like something echoing through the cargo. My fear. When i looked out of the window of the train, homes, green pastures passes behind me, like something as virtual as on a television screen.
Well it looks like it could be over. That weight lifted off my shoulder. Memories have passed and I'm a little older. Your complex design leaves me a little wiser.
I look at us and all we are. And just want to freeze time. We're drunk on youth and full of. Hope with the future on our mind. So much promise and so much pressure. The seams begin to strain.
We're nearly there. The Mayan calendar ends, and with it, our civilisation. Perhaps. Or maybe they just ran out of space, and couldn't be arsed to carve another one.
Step n2 the mind of a sinner. Heart gone cold like chi town winters. This that I do it is not 4 beginners. Sry lil niggas u ain't old enuff 2 get it. Y I ain't ever dumbing down when I spit it.
If you've never lived, you cannot die. No hello then there's no need for goodbye. If you hold nothing tight, it's no task to let go, And if you have none, then your feelings will never show.
On a day to day basis I'm faced with questions that for ever get me thinking. Today someone asked whether I believe you can change your destiny. If there even is one to begin with.
You scream like an autumn dawn, A crowd of red, yellow, orange, brown, Baying towards an ever dying sun, Trying to hold on to the hem of The last days of summers lie, When all belongs to carefree...
Sat at work, bored,unhappy, struggling to cope with the monotony of life, wondering to myself is there such a thing as luck.
I had forgotten how ungodly this hour seems when you're all alone and the sky is the colour of your aunts stress-grey hair.