The mistake..
Believing "First Love"
Could never end
... Over hearing how the soul can live a lie..
But how long can we pretend
Living Infatuated by the heart
As it beats to defend
From a far distant dart
That was given to descend
To the start..
As flashes take witness..
Of One's love transcending to the end..
Sunday, April 17, 2011
Monday, April 4, 2011
Wrong nor Right..
In being right ever wrong
As wrong ever right..
Reading off the distant mirror to find
What overnight..
Cause like most things in life
You come to see it all through the light..
As far smiles fade off
And away as the common kites..
The vision of the sight..
we come to envision through our delight..
As wrong ever right..
Reading off the distant mirror to find
What overnight..
Cause like most things in life
You come to see it all through the light..
As far smiles fade off
And away as the common kites..
The vision of the sight..
we come to envision through our delight..
Fall..
Hearts that never lean must fall..
To Love, care, listen, argue
We should to it all..
We never notice the depths of true
Love, until the hour of separation
As we ask our reason
Cause in time we fall, as I fell
As now waiting patiently
For time to tell..
To now feeling in doubt
For it only seems right
In the moment to fall out..
To Love, care, listen, argue
We should to it all..
We never notice the depths of true
Love, until the hour of separation
As we ask our reason
Cause in time we fall, as I fell
As now waiting patiently
For time to tell..
To now feeling in doubt
For it only seems right
In the moment to fall out..
Sunday, April 3, 2011
Quit
I must feel something..
Before I can even forget it
They say memories are meant to last
It'll be nice if you could admit it
understanding time cries.. to fast
As the hours of the hand
Find there ways to split
For good love is unplanned
But in time, just of matter of it
one Is always found to "Quit"
Before I can even forget it
They say memories are meant to last
It'll be nice if you could admit it
understanding time cries.. to fast
As the hours of the hand
Find there ways to split
For good love is unplanned
But in time, just of matter of it
one Is always found to "Quit"
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