I wish I could be the port for your ship
But My Island is no more than a desert
Where camels use to weep in deep
But yet my life is not that cheap
Life is just a word made from four
Each alphabet means a lot of more
Love and hate, are obviously the same
A land where the knife takes the name.
Those who think not to fall, are already fallen
With hearts much full of pride and vanities.
They will never know how the bitter sweet is
And they will never know that taste of fallen.
Jul 14, 2010
Jul 14, 2010 at 3:27 AM UTC
Things happens the way we never expected
But anyway our life is already infected
Nights make you feel all alone
Trying to use your phone
Hammered with a nail in a heart
Everyone can feel the hurt
The soul is poisoned by failure
Wish to get a remedy for the injure
Wounded hearts can never be remedied
Broken glasses can never be repaired
Even stars and skies shed tears
But never my home ever knew fears
There the rose stands all together
Trying to feel each other
For giving a shine beauty to garden
All above is surrounded by heaven
The beach is always reached with sands
With a lightening lane that I draw
Far away in the edge of a land
I fail and I fall in depth to finally get drawn.
Jul 13, 2010
Jul 13, 2010 at 3:45 PM UTC
Two souls that live one life
Two hearts that beat as one
Two hands with one knife
Fighting all for being one
Keeping hope and fate
That was the way to taste
They do feel each other
To live forever all together
Two souls that live one lie
Two stones instead of a heart
Soon or late they will die
But they will never see the light
Jul 13, 2010
Jul 13, 2010 at 3:12 PM UTC