Strolling in the dark freezing night
on streets frozen and crushed,
we talked under the moonlight
and cracked jokes all the time.
I sensed an awakening inside
like the Devil was rapturing my mind.
It was pleasing, sensible, yet
I knew - it was an ugly lie.
I love another, I well remember,
but I can’t stop staring,
staring at those deep brown eyes...

When youre in the room and you're laughing while we're laughing it's almost as if we're laughing together.
And for a second you can believe that were a family again, but fantasies and fairytales, I guess you never learned, dont last forever.
So we look around and you can see it in our eyes that were pretending nothing is wrong as we sit with a broken heart.
The distance between us is inches but the miles in your head is what really keeps us apart.
Waiting for the second of attention we might acquire if you look up and meet our eyes.
We love you forever, don't take this wrong, it's the game that we despise.
It's ****** you in and all that's left is the empty corpse you once controlled
You think you're selling something and they believe your every word, but its your life you really sold.
Wakeup from the fantasy and realize the life you live isn't so bad,
Or one day you'll wakeup to losing everything you had.

A Woman Will Wear Her Emotions On Her Sleeve, You Can See Her Feelings On Her Face. So If A Woman Dedicates Herself To Her Man By Providing Him With Loyalty And Trust, The Man In Return Should Give Her The Satisfaction Of Knowing That No Woman Out There Is Capable Of Replacing Her.

You swear your glass to be half empty.
When I contradict, you refute.
So I'll poor my half into yours
And end this dispute.

I have a horrible feeling in my gut.
That I can't shake off and it's driving me nuts. I don't know if it's me or you, maybe something from out of the blue? Panic attacks kept me up all night, I stared at the stars with this restlessness I tried to fight. I can't tell you what's going wrong, but I just know I have to stay strong.

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After the Sun comes out
How it alters the World—
Waggons like messengers hurry about
Yesterday is old—

All men meet as if
Each foreclosed a news—
Fresh as a Cargo from Batize
Nature’s qualities—

You think you've seen her naked because she took her clothes off?
Tell me about her dreams.
Tell me what breaks her heart.
What is she passionate about, and what makes her cry?
Tell me about her childhood.
Better yet, tell me one story about her that you're not in.

You've seen her skin, and you've touched her body.
But you still know as much about her as a book you once found,
but never got around to opening.