Poems
I love the way your shadow moves,
It fits the sound of every room,
No sooner spoken than broke,
It drains the light from every hue.
I want to watch the weight.
Of the sun.
You're lips move inward,
But you know the rules,
Erase all...
It fits the sound of every room,
No sooner spoken than broke,
It drains the light from every hue.
I want to watch the weight.
Of the sun.
You're lips move inward,
But you know the rules,
Erase all...
Although Shakespeare and I
Will never make it eye to eye
Neither do we share a special bond
Nor do our views really correspond
But still I am forced to remember
His tragedies which bring me pain
Where the most important member’s
Fatal fla...
Will never make it eye to eye
Neither do we share a special bond
Nor do our views really correspond
But still I am forced to remember
His tragedies which bring me pain
Where the most important member’s
Fatal fla...
I know it’s been long
I’ve wasted too much time
I have been wrong
But this time I am right
Won’t settle for anything less
Now I know what I want
It’ll reach my destination
Its my turn this time
‘Coz I am seeking perfection
Only god knows since...
I’ve wasted too much time
I have been wrong
But this time I am right
Won’t settle for anything less
Now I know what I want
It’ll reach my destination
Its my turn this time
‘Coz I am seeking perfection
Only god knows since...
Tonight I’ll stay awake
And collect my feathers
Of my wings which once were there
But now are broken
My first feather fell
When I was born to be a girl
A disgrace and an disappointment
A burden I was considered
My second feather fell
W...
And collect my feathers
Of my wings which once were there
But now are broken
My first feather fell
When I was born to be a girl
A disgrace and an disappointment
A burden I was considered
My second feather fell
W...
The cuckoo bird wakes me up
With her sweet, sweet voice
The cuckoo bird is what I hear
When I am tired of the world’s noise
The cuckoo bird stays on the tree
Day and night she works hard
The cuckoo bird stays on the tree
Her nest is ready at l...
With her sweet, sweet voice
The cuckoo bird is what I hear
When I am tired of the world’s noise
The cuckoo bird stays on the tree
Day and night she works hard
The cuckoo bird stays on the tree
Her nest is ready at l...
I will not subject myself to even more pain.
Every move I make next, will all be in vain.
I cared, but now I shouldn't, for I haven't known you long enough.
No matter what I say though, the going will be tough enough.
...
Every move I make next, will all be in vain.
I cared, but now I shouldn't, for I haven't known you long enough.
No matter what I say though, the going will be tough enough.
...
Heart of stone they called me once, as heat turned into cold.
But my soul was only hardening because it knew not what to hold.
I grew tired in a way that not too many can say they've been through.
In fact the people that were closest to...
But my soul was only hardening because it knew not what to hold.
I grew tired in a way that not too many can say they've been through.
In fact the people that were closest to...
The world may not have physically ended, but it has come to an end. Can the world ever amend? Is the welfare of our people something God could ever lend?
The poor and shaggy sad hungry people set the eery tone. What's happened to all the fresh new minds, the ones tha...
The poor and shaggy sad hungry people set the eery tone. What's happened to all the fresh new minds, the ones tha...
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