Thy warm breath could’ve melted the iceberg itself
And embraces of yours thaw stone hearts
While in burgs are lurked from you men’s senses
Thy charms are equaled to the mystery of art
Rapt gaze sinks in the ábyss
In front of thy dark wide-opened eyes
About you one feels happy
Or just viced blindfolded, unwise
One can share with you whirling sadness
In response you’d embrace for awhile
Sipping wine with, making glad one
The lady, who is called lovely “night”
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Tell me what to do about you I can always see that look in your eye when your telling the truth Cause it's been a long time running so where you running to. Tell me what to do about you..
I want it get to know you. What do you like to do apart from write?.
Whoever starts out towards the unknown must consent to venture alone.
I can feel trepidation overwhelming me once again at the thought of a new beginning. New starts. New beginnings are in the edge of extreme in there portrayals.
If a dream should ever fall and break into a thousand pieces, never be afraid to pick one of those pieces up and begin again..
This paper heart is wearing thin, while time chips away at my cheap masquerade, I'm only lying to protect us both, so I'll play my cards way too close to my chest, But if you truly want to be with...
Horizon to horizon, Do we speak loud and clear. Have you got a better plan. Have you got a fresh idea.
Will you hold my hand and Let fingers tighten Under this sky Under this moon Will you hold my breath and Let lost words travel Under this sky Under this moon.
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