South West wind, My lover is in your midst. Be gentle and remember, Remembrance is all I’ve given lover. Take lover to where the sun rests it’s meaning.
I hate mirrors, because they never show me. Every time I look, there's a stranger, sometimes with scars, other times with red eyes. He changes his hair, but his eyes always, are so foreign, that he's not from here, and I don't know him, or what he's like.
Tired of writing the same old poem Sick of humming the same old song Thirst for a change of scenery Someone pull me out of this dump
Driving in a circle Reach right back to the start Same old stupid ending It's becoming too hard
Routine emotional wrecks have lost their charm I'm so through with all the drama Feel like a ****** piece of art
So take those words back Shove them right back into your mouth Because I trust based on actions Not what you say or how you sound
I might seem like such a fool Because you say the same words each time And I let you back in But baby won't ever commit that crime
Its said that you should trust People Based On their actions And you'll never be fooled by the crust Of their spoken contraptions
So open your eyes and watch me do What I should've done a long time ago with you Perk up your ears and listen up as I say Welcome to solitude, Enjoy your stay.
My love you are both my source of strength and as well as weakness You bring out the child in me Ocassionally you also awaken the monster within me
My love you are weird in the most beautiful ways You can make me smile even in the most trying circumstances And you can hurt me when i least expect it
My love you are like an intoxicating drug Too much of you is harmful And too little of you doesn't serve my purpose
My love you are the best problem i've ever faced in my life And i ain't got any intentions of solving you I simply want to prolong you till death whisks me away....
The boy who always had a smile on his face The boy who's overflowing with joy The boy who believed that light will always appear after darkness is buried under hatred and pain screaming for help no matter how loud he screams, no one can hear him he is suffocating, he's claustrophobic one can only imagine the pain and suffering he's enduring as he breathes his last breath he reluctantly accepts death
let me play with tongues of sins and forgiveness where words slip and lips utter verses & cusses, altogether! and I am of heavy influence pray then sin - and viceversa! for the next ninety-nine days, I am the holy angel but a mere devil
you must know how i feel when the boy next door decides to shoot hoops rather than kick a football against the shed and the woman next door takes off the clothes from the washing-line while slayer’s raining blood blasts in my room and is audible to a teasing treat outside, while the grey grey skies of england make me wear sunglasses... home... that’s what it feels like, it could almost be 1666 with charles the second organising the excavation of the z in ß - and as due concerns go... having no diacritic in the sphere of letters will only provoke a monster of youth debasing language furtherest from the furtherest use of truth (emoticons)... making swear words holy will only provide excuses to pulverise the eyes with *******... it will end up a mistake to have crafted such eloquent reminders of the said and unsaid with: f*ck smear cow s&@~ on your face.