With you, I feel alive
Like I am invincible
You are the daily dose of double A batteries
With you, I feel comfort
Like I am home
You are the blanket that keeps me warm from the rain
With you, I feel recovered
Like I am whole again
You are the morphine that keeps me from the pain
With you, I completely and willingly drown
Like a creature of the sea
You are the world I could get lost in

But without you, I wouldn't know anything else
Your eyes they make me stay
Your arms they keep me sane
Your love it makes me whole

I hope I do so with you

x                                                    


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/ )) \
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Now is the time

//

emerging

NOW IS THE TIME

who are you           SERVING ?

<it's the time
To find out. >
•

Here to stay
Here to stay

Are you ?
Are you  ?
Really gonna           Stick around ?

//

You say

I LOVE YOU

you say

I LOVE YOU

you say

I LOVE YOU

but why all that blood

Dripping down from the sides a yer mouth ?

//         //

sweetly blooming

Despite such little rain

Sweetly blooming

In a world that's gone insane

Who are you          SERVING ?

What really do you want from me ?

You whisper

I LOVE YOU

but who believes a word you say

////

Lovers in the shadows
Lovers in the shade

Lovers in the moonlight

Slipping away !

And the heart messed up with precious moments
with no reason to get hurt itself,
Ecstasy brought it the pleasure of fake components
Which help it residing to the new-corners of book-shelf

Old, dusty, & rotten pages of books
serve it a real nice pleasant scents of its artistry,
As the time ticked by with looks
It goes emerged into the words of literacy

*No more hurt, No more love
Only the memories of past
seem to be saved to the broken-heart

The heart always gets hurt,
no matter if it treats the love right,
Love makes the heart brutal, faithless, & nerd
which costs it further with much price

So, the heart decides not to get fallen in fake love
again 'n again,
Seasons come every year so the rain... with pain

Love's fake, but the true love ain't, so are we
Love makes the hues of heart desperate so do we
What's lost and whatsoever just found
Love ain't a thing that's meant to be sepulchred “under” the grave of conspired-ground

And, by the end, the heart makes all the old and new books
its noble friends...
which pat on its flesh, & make it running along new-trends*

Dusk falls down, Night comes down
It slept away, & the morn appears around
And the heart gets spoken;
It says,
“It feels good thinking 'bout new-lit
& forgetting everything even all the pleasure off sin,
Literature becomes the beat; a passion, No more spit
Now I re-start off the life... living along wisdom, I admit."