your voice lingers,
my hands tremble,
the distance—
so close yet so far.
it was a never-ending passion,
every word you muttered
was another reason for me,
to live on a little longer;
we were chanters—
you're the executioner.
bright lights shone,
your talent shimmers,
your humour;
was the heartwarmer
the stage was brighter
you make heads lighter.
encore, encore, encore,
your presences drugged
the audiences;
and made them want more.
I was lost in thoughts,
as I stood by the railings,
and barriers were formed;
what was the reason again,
that I heard love called?
Mar 25, 2018
Mar 25, 2018 at 12:54 PM UTC
your voice lingers,
my hands tremble,
the distance—
so close yet so far.
it was a never-ending passion,
every word you muttered
was another reason for me,
to live on a little longer;
we were chanters—
you're the executioner.
bright lights shone,
your talent shimmers,
your humour;
was the heartwarmer
the stage was brighter
you make heads lighter.
encore, encore, encore,
your presences drugged
the audiences;
and made them want more.
I was lost in thoughts,
as I stood by the railings,
and barriers were formed;
what was the reason again,
that I heard love called?
Attended a James Blunt concert today. I don't really care about what others have to say about him, but it's by far the best concert I had attended.
Regrets: Really should have gotten the front row seat instead of the end row. Probably one of the worst choices I had made in my life.
