You are like an angel
Sent from above
Your eyes the colour of a bluebell
Mine like that of a stove
No one can compare to you
If at all, there are few
You are too beautiful to be true
A goddess is fit for you
You have the voice of a nightingale
That can drive any man insane
They'll do anything to hear their names
From your lips so beautifully shaped
Your body is like an hourglass
Makes you a lady of high class
Describing you is like writing a song
Because you are...
A perfect creature from God.
Friday, June 05, 2009
Thursday, June 04, 2009
Break In Transmission
I apologize
For the break in transmission.
I apologize
It wasn't my decision.
She fights me sometimes
But she's back from her remission
...for now.
So we go back
To a time before the vision
Before the valley of vision
As I make myself weaker
In this war of attrition
She fights me sometimes
But I'll never depart from my mission
There shall be no more "break in transmission".
I promise
...for now.
For the break in transmission.
I apologize
It wasn't my decision.
She fights me sometimes
But she's back from her remission
...for now.
So we go back
To a time before the vision
Before the valley of vision
As I make myself weaker
In this war of attrition
She fights me sometimes
But I'll never depart from my mission
There shall be no more "break in transmission".
I promise
...for now.
Renegade Crown
She is a teenage renegade
So depart from me.
...I DARE YOU.
She is a teenage renegade
She can't separate from me.
...DON'T TRY TO.
I'm an obstacle to her crown,
The Renegade Crown.
...SHE CRAVES YOU
She'll never be a renegade
Because she's stuck with me.
...SO KILL ME.
...But remember
My sweet renegade wannabe,
If you kill me,
...You'll kill you.
So depart from me.
...I DARE YOU.
She is a teenage renegade
She can't separate from me.
...DON'T TRY TO.
I'm an obstacle to her crown,
The Renegade Crown.
...SHE CRAVES YOU
She'll never be a renegade
Because she's stuck with me.
...SO KILL ME.
...But remember
My sweet renegade wannabe,
If you kill me,
...You'll kill you.
Monday, June 01, 2009
Faded Flowers
She was deflowered yesterday.
She is no longer a flower,
Now she's just a plant.
Lots of leaves grow,
But the flowers are gone.
She was kissed yesterday
And touched by a boy.
She lost a petal that day
But she kept her flower to ever
She died the day after.
She doesn't want to be touched
She wants to be touched
Her flower is fading
She doesn't care if she's touched
She'll kill him when he comes in
Her flower is faded
The world is filled with
Fading flowers
I am a faded flower
But she is a fading flower.
Soon,
Very soon,
She'll fade away too.
And we'll finally be
One.
One faded flower.
So please my handsome man,
Come in.
She is no longer a flower,
Now she's just a plant.
Lots of leaves grow,
But the flowers are gone.
She was kissed yesterday
And touched by a boy.
She lost a petal that day
But she kept her flower to ever
She died the day after.
She doesn't want to be touched
She wants to be touched
Her flower is fading
She doesn't care if she's touched
She'll kill him when he comes in
Her flower is faded
The world is filled with
Fading flowers
I am a faded flower
But she is a fading flower.
Soon,
Very soon,
She'll fade away too.
And we'll finally be
One.
One faded flower.
So please my handsome man,
Come in.
Sleepy Dreams
In a heart of sorrow, there are many problems, but every problem has its solution.
In a heart of joy, there is little or no problem, but every heart was made to be broken.
I do not envy a heart of joy but that of sorrow, because when i rejoice, i do not care about tomorrow.
But when I cry, I care about tomorrow, because i don't want it to come but still no matter what i do, it still comes.
I can only hope that my sleepy dreams get awakened soon so that i can have a heart of joy, but just for a day or two, because anything more than that, i'll lose my sense of sorrow and without that I won't think about tomorrow and my dreams will get sleepy again.
In a heart of joy, there is little or no problem, but every heart was made to be broken.
I do not envy a heart of joy but that of sorrow, because when i rejoice, i do not care about tomorrow.
But when I cry, I care about tomorrow, because i don't want it to come but still no matter what i do, it still comes.
I can only hope that my sleepy dreams get awakened soon so that i can have a heart of joy, but just for a day or two, because anything more than that, i'll lose my sense of sorrow and without that I won't think about tomorrow and my dreams will get sleepy again.
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