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Climactic Poet Nov 2016
To feel or not to feel?
is a question I ask myself everyday.

Am I a ghost in disguise,
or am I reality in a made up world?

I can touch, but do I feel?
I can look, but do I see?
I can hear, but do I listen?

Am I?
Mia vita non ha verita.
Aliq Aug 2020
Verse I:
Your eyes end up the war on my mind,
And returned to those I left behind.
I wasn't thinking that it would be so hard,
But you showed me a red card.

Verse II:
As winter came suddenly over the summer,
As love has been broken, leaving a ******.
And in the end, so left, our dreams
Were revived in a scathing, terrible scream.

Chorus:
This torture again. Almost unreal.
You was so beautiful. Extremely real.
And we have to respond in a lovers' trial
Facing a world in complete denial.

Verse III:
Yes. I try my best to catch our past,
But my hands have already full of dust.
** cercato dimenticare, distrutta dal fuoco,
Ma, purtroppo, nulla puo riempire quel vuoto.

Verse IV:
I'm ready to get the new opportunita,
And I'll always be able to defend verita.
I have nothing to lose and have nothing to get.
You see - it's all right I'm keep smiling. But yet...

Chorus:
This torture again. Almost unreal.
You was so beautiful. Extremely real.
And we have to respond in a lovers' trial
Facing a world in complete denial

— The End —