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WNDL Jul 2019
The cursive pen that wrote you a letter is now broken and lost
Only the ink on the letter was the last trace of it
And you were the only one that could be blamed
WNDL Jul 2019
Did the angels punished you
or they are punishing me
just seeing you getting hurt
is also hurting me
WNDL Jul 2019
I wish I was a better me, for you
WNDL Jun 2019
Tampered hearts has the sharpest tongue
WNDL Jun 2019
The time I was born it was a golden time
I knew I was weak,  I cried a lot
I have stumbled many times
So she sang me a lullaby
Then whispered to me baby baby sleep
Then so I held her palm as the warmth of her hand made me calm
While she sang me a lullaby I suddenly fell asleep
Then so I have grown as time passes by
As I keep growing on then so she is aging on
I get stronger day by day but her strength keeps fading away
As I grow strong she gets weaker a day
I don't know what to do but to be by her side
Then sing her that lullaby
I know she'll fade away but our memories will make her stay
As I sang her song that time I cried, made me calm, and me smile
Makes her remember the golden times
Oh mother mother don't fade away as I sing this song
You'll be here and I'll make you stay
In my memories that time  you sang me a lullaby
Remember that was our golden time
So I'll stay strong as I sang you our lullaby
Oh mother mother baby is here listen to my lullaby
Please don't fade away the melodies are here for you to stay
Oh  mother mother sleep here with my heart
I'll keep you safe here in my heart
WNDL Jun 2019
She had her walls high
She dug her holes deep
She built her castle small
She valued image more than gold
WNDL Jun 2019
She's self conscious but I love it
She's self centered but I love it
She's a bit naive but I love it
She's very carefree but I love it
She's sensitive but I love it
She had her pride high but I loved it
She's just a girl whos becoming a woman
Who wouldn't still love it?
That she yearns the beauty of miserable art
The definition of beauty within the heart
You can't see perfection on a blank canvas
But if you'd dye it with colors you'll see a heart
A heart that so pure that could be labeled with gold
Or maybe more than gold
Just wait and see
The progression of beauty
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