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GHOSTSThere is no reason for me to wake up early in the morning.
There is neither 'hi' nor 'hello' as I come through the door.
There is nothing to see but for a shadow
sitting behind corners.
There are no words to exchange with the footfalls I make.
There are only ghosts now filling these empty spaces.
As Children DreamAnd now the stars fall down
To lay their cheeks upon the sand
To sleep away they days until the coming dark
Wakes them, takes them right back to the sky
ORPHEUSWhat with this wicked woe do
I wax and wane like one so
blue, company only to
a wayward night
With what way by which
I go winding wearily warily
away from wasting time
searching for home
Would that i knew where
and how a wandering soul so
alone finds something most certainly
I don't know
What with this wicked woe do
I wither away like one so
blue, black like ash
white like light
The ItchHello again oh dear old friend
I've waited for so long
To see you once again, I fear
That I have missed you so.
Now come into my arms my friend
And I'll take care of you
Now come and rest you troubled soul
While I go claim my dues
You see my friend you're all but gone
This body that we share
Belonged to you belongs to me
Now that you are dead
So sleep my friend sleep long and sweet
I will not take so long
To take the hearts of those you owe
The demon of your soul
-untitled-There's this sense of longing which
I feel right now and I know you feel
It too. How terribly bittersweet this is
To fall in love with you.
This Fragile CorridorThe lights sort of tell me your somewhere in there, waiting for the right time, the right moment, but there's always that reluctance that hinders your movement. In this hallway there is only forward and back or nowhere at all and you I've seen in the past and hope to meet in future. My dreams, though bleak and jaded, are of you, of me, waiting for the right time, the right moment, just sitting here afraid of the future, nursing the past, enjoying the present without you. With you in this fragile corridor. Such is the way I kite around your fickle dreams like smoke through open seams that you could only notice my entirety if you caught on to each and every one of me. But what you think you could be wrong even if it looks like we're sure. I see you; you see me, but there is such a hush in between that it's difficult to hear... us. And like a dream there's nothing much you can grasp for I am shadow dancing behind your curtained glass disappearing just as fast as the blink of your eye or t
Stay under my umbrellaGloomy sky
Freezing cold wind blew by
I held onto the handle of my rain shield
Staying dry from the crying tears of the sky
The tears drips onto the hard concrete
Cries beyond my reach called out
Broken pain I feel
Sadness I sense
I followed the smell of wet tears
As I walked through the storm
You stood in distance
Holding onto your handle of your broken rain shield
Torn and ripped
Strong wind try to take it away
The handle was let go
You stood under the cold rain
Shivering as the icy water fell onto you
Wondering if you ever find sunshine again
I approached to you with my rain shield
You turn with shocked
Jump in with me
When two sunshine shines together
I will be here forever
You can stay under my umbrella
Cliche love song. Ever listen to a cliche love song,
And the melody that comes on describes that one time;
Where the sun was cold
The water was sparkling
As we watched bikers and joggers go by
Arm resting behind the bench back,
And your face was lit up
Like sunset on the banks of Tulum.
I can't forget your gloved hand in mine
You squeezed it like you'd never let go
And you always had a small smile
When I would squeeze back, agreeing ...
Ever here that piano song,
Soft and slow, that reminds you of this one evening;
LoveLove is a shard of ice in the heart;
And releasing it by the heat,
Of a hand.
Love is a candle’s flame;
At the window,
Through the storm.
Love is a gust of wind;
Soring sky high,
And swooping back down.
Love is a drop of water;
Void of thought,
And dissipating at the end.
Love is a burst of steam;
Love is a bolt of lightning;
And out of nowhere,
They are gone.
Love is a rock;
Holding on to you,
In the dark.
Three Days Worth of Full MoonShe's just up there looking pretty as usual while you're unable to avert your gaze. I know how it must feel to be caged by such a sight as her and I tell you, you might not even notice, but tomorrow she'll still be there.
Count your constelations all you like, but she'll always be the only one who could woo you like that. I know how it must be hard being under her spell, I should tell you it feels like drinking tankards and tankards of ale. And just like the hangover that follows any good drink, tomorrow, she'll be there.
And here we are at someone else's loft and you urging me to look at her soft cool face. But something else caught my eye and it's kinda funny how you aren't aware of how rare a sight it is. And I tell you, you might not even notice, that tomorrow she'll still be there, but right now, I'm fixated on you.
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