Whisper my name,
I´ll be there
keep me alive
feed my dreams
dance through the night
long just one thing
above all means
embrace me
tight, with your words
whisper my name,
again and again
so I´ll be there
holding you
loving you.
Friday, December 14, 2012
Sunday, December 9, 2012
I take my leave
I take my leave, sir
no tears in my eyes
certainly no grief
except the one
of having met you
believe you, kind
I take my leave, sir
hoping to easy
my broken pride
heal the wounds
that´ll proof
no deep enough
to bleed me out
I take my leave, sir
longing for retribution
to see you fall
perhaps no by this humble pawn
secretly rejoicing
on a future encounter
where I will have
the high hand.
no tears in my eyes
certainly no grief
except the one
of having met you
believe you, kind
I take my leave, sir
hoping to easy
my broken pride
heal the wounds
that´ll proof
no deep enough
to bleed me out
I take my leave, sir
longing for retribution
to see you fall
perhaps no by this humble pawn
secretly rejoicing
on a future encounter
where I will have
the high hand.
Used to
Used to search
in those eyes of yours
a glow, life inside of them
beautiful and cold as they are
used have a mesmerizing effect
hoped to see
beyond their color
beyond the cold
beyond the facade
Waited too long
long enough to see that
They are cold
there is not a glow
absolutly no beyond.
in those eyes of yours
a glow, life inside of them
beautiful and cold as they are
used have a mesmerizing effect
hoped to see
beyond their color
beyond the cold
beyond the facade
Waited too long
long enough to see that
They are cold
there is not a glow
absolutly no beyond.
A collateral
Mr. time management
so cool and numb
unable to feel
unable to give without recieving
everything has price in the market
where the interest fluctuate
according to credit ratings
the client solvency
a collateral must always
back up a debt
No risk must be taken
all in control
same clothes
same lines
same trip
same people
same tired eyes
slave of profits
puppet of expectations
moving strings of moral
triggered by fear of being different.
so cool and numb
unable to feel
unable to give without recieving
everything has price in the market
where the interest fluctuate
according to credit ratings
the client solvency
a collateral must always
back up a debt
No risk must be taken
all in control
same clothes
same lines
same trip
same people
same tired eyes
slave of profits
puppet of expectations
moving strings of moral
triggered by fear of being different.
Friday, December 7, 2012
Intoxicating and unkind
Two words that define him
in every possible way
Cold and distant
a touch of inmense pride
shinning in his eyes
like beautiful pearls
At times though it was not true
that underneath He could feel
It was just a mirage
a lie that I made myself believe
There is nothing to offer
there is nothing to take
Empty shell so alluring
intoxicating and unkind.
in every possible way
Cold and distant
a touch of inmense pride
shinning in his eyes
like beautiful pearls
At times though it was not true
that underneath He could feel
It was just a mirage
a lie that I made myself believe
There is nothing to offer
there is nothing to take
Empty shell so alluring
intoxicating and unkind.
Wednesday, December 5, 2012
No direction
No signaled path
no direction
turning and turning
without control
lost myself
lost a love
I grief in silence
for everything
that now seems gone
I hear Chopin
and every note is a tear
every day is just a day
life goes on
though not me.
no direction
turning and turning
without control
lost myself
lost a love
I grief in silence
for everything
that now seems gone
I hear Chopin
and every note is a tear
every day is just a day
life goes on
though not me.
Sunday, December 2, 2012
For a moment
It felt like time stopped
to be close to feel your warmth
enjoy some time in my head
picturing things that will never be
it felt like morphine
running down my veins
For a moment
It felt both ways
Until a cold bucket of water
hit my face
to wake me up, to see
that the only fool was me.
to be close to feel your warmth
enjoy some time in my head
picturing things that will never be
it felt like morphine
running down my veins
For a moment
It felt both ways
Until a cold bucket of water
hit my face
to wake me up, to see
that the only fool was me.
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