сряда, 23 ноември 2011 г.
Destiny of a Warrior .. or Maybe a Fool.
How I feel?
Mad. Very mad. Too much for me, I should say.
Go away! As you always did. Leave me alone! That's how it's meant to be and this is the way it's going to be. I will walk through this life on my own. Not easy, yes.
But it's my destiny.
Treasures of Life
I don't wanna forget, but I don't want to remember.
It was too beautiful. Too easy. Too .. maybe perfect.
Love is everything I can't get from this life.
вторник, 22 ноември 2011 г.
Rhythm that could be sung
I sing a song to myself. A song nobody would hear.
The melody is made by your touch, the notes are your fingertips and tongue.
It gets louder and louder. I hope you can hear it now.
' Cuz I sing a song about you. The only song I'd ever now. The sound of my heart.
The Never Coming Words
I'm so tired.
Of saying 'Goodbye'. No matter what I do, no matter who I am with, it always comes to this.
"Goodbye."
And I never said, "Hello. Again."
Even Killers Can Love
This love is like nothing you have seen before.
This love is venomous.
This love is needless.
This love is a real curse.
This love may kill me. But it's still ... love.
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