I’m afraid sometimes. Afraid that I will be left alone. Trapped in a room with my dark thoughts.
Hanging on with the verge of my fingertips to the last shread of hope, that things will look less
I am waiting for a day to arrive. A day when a certain he, will save me from drowning, pass me his umbrella, protect my curls from getting wet and stop me from spilling salty fountain drops across my
Me is mad at myself because her and I keep waiting by the phone
And your ring is always deaf in the night’s cold
I hear it ring in my mind, but somehow the world inside remains shunt. why do you
Who am I? I’m a child dreaming about the day I grow up and make a difference with my words and actions. I’m an adult trying to see the romantic view of a high-tech world. I’m a woman trying to see
I sing my pain in silence
I draw it in black spicy tears
rowing down flooded river banks.
I yell out lyrics loud.
When the wind dances away its angry rhythm,
You don’t hear my swan cry.
They say nothing can take away the touch of an angel left alone on a holly day
They say once you go abroad, your romance and childhood dreams are gone for good
But I don’t want to lose in the snow
What a way to survive the era post-you. Saying good night to smiles of careless romance and bring on the red light in the evenings, to show sorrow evidence of yellow leaves coming down upon my window
The status of my being: busy.
Sometimes too busy to pick up the broken pieces from the pound in front and glue myself together. Maybe one day, you’ll run over my left eye with your bike and you
Sometimes I examine the rain that carries its drops gently on me
Like a mistake made over and over again in the vicious circles of the enclosed and darken space
Called brain.
She walked through the wilderness of her youth, watching the wind, blowing it gently away.
Heaven knows she is walking earth by foot, trying to find a cure for pain.
What is her blood made of
Going to bed
At the crack of dawn
The memory of his face
Stays printed in her head,
Like a raindrop from another decade.
She winks at freedom
As he sees opportunity to weaken
Crippling her
Where the day turns into night
Where your darkness switches off into the red light
Diving in dreaded memories, while troubled seas
Await me, I reach the point of return and
Break away in
I always thought that one day I’d forget the breeze.
I’d learn to love the mountain, and let go of the memory of the breaking waves in my mind.
Haunting words of darkness and hopes of sadful light
Her name was just a broken sound
Hidden in a crack of the house walls.
At night she comes out and bows to the ground
For she is far yet too proud to crawl.
Too vain to ask for help,
She
We took a trip on memory lane
The roads were slippery sloaps.
Filled with cocktails served
In shimmery shadow oaks.
We went across smiles and tears,
Most haunting fears,
One’s unspoken
Woke up with the absence of light in my weary eyes.
The magical happenings in our mind are just silent noise.
I used to believe in faith,
But the chances we destroy seem to be less poise.
I
What if I wake up one day and feel the need to fly high above
Straight to your window- would you let me in?
Close the door in my face-or open it really fast
and throw me into the fireplace.
Wish
Honesty is eliberating even when it causes pain
Credeam cã aripile tale rezistente de Boeing 767 vor plana mereu constant ºi nu ne vom prãbuþi în mijlocul deºertului. Suntem mânjiþi cu funingine
Stand up and fight for your right!
Men, don’t be cowards
Fight for your respect
Say what the fuck you believe in or just eject!
Do you believe in God?
The fact that you’re protected by a force
As the night sets it place
I turn sides in my bed,
Feeling dirty and out of place
I finally found my meaning: carving sinful men
Oh yeah...I do it with passion,
Cause I put feeling in what I
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