A few words Could bring more than a sound Touch the ears turn wry to golden smile or sharper than a glass to cut into pieces Misunderstanding, Winding up a road between us Separating emotions out of mind from the case Would be wrong to let ego reign the grace How ignorant sometimes heart could be? Deaf two ears, and blinding opened eyes Pretend the silence is your voice Avoiding you is not a choice Misunderstanding A curse of few words Lead a way to stray from the truth A plead for apologizing replied by ignoring ...
Don't ask me what is friend? What is love? Where it lies in? Well definition, most of us confused With the sweet of love juice As love has chain to fuse Grab this love that i lend Love is not only for a lover Love also made for a friend and great love for God Beautiful loves are broad Dear, love of friend... like the blessing rain to fall on dry and hot desert then raise a nice feeling grow green, life in desert sweet, beautiful and blessed... A True friend, a true hand to lend Sweet and thick like honey ...
Shoes of the reckless mind eating pets upon the death of dangerous agony path undefined upon faults death simultaneously forward. Quantum of Halloween arising over winds crying old songs of new merchants trading peace over violence designing curiosity eternally. However mind sings those old melodies hooked by the pleasure of death missing some good bodies buried beneath clothes.
Garden of wild whispers Upon naked forests Under caves. Lie my wrath of the world Whom I may vanish My tries. I listen to the winds around Powerless those there Singing silence. Gather my bones of gratitude Put them over fire Eternal peace.
sitting right besides these lifeless clouds again inside dilemma, to get washed. However insanity lacks virtue completely doing against habits, from the past. nothing makes me a purging pure compiler right besides intimacy, humble old deeds. perfect in the sense of gulf of new sorrow beneath those fights, when life was.
Guilt under the priest of never breaking laws Whose dilemmas lie inside the virtuous reality And evil morbidity of the unexpected agonies What we take over the lost price inside them Our unbilled aortic aneurysm is not possible And merely used as a merchant trading guilt.
Sober along nights Killed with happiness Gifted with laughter Never an end Never an enemy Just like madness. Located to tranquility Over the window Of forgotten memories I killed you Inside my heart My mind burnt. Never ending stories Dealing with publishers Hoping better ending.
Moans in transit Upon hankering blood Impetuous over fallacy Spitting game fires Mallory of chains Over roughed pimps Under skins lust Passion for body Moaning like coward Fucking like reward Causing unlimited fallacy. Over those nightmares Lies my involuntary Dreams to intrigue Murder my emotions Just some pleasure Beneath parallel justice Roaring like wildflowers Moaning like handicapped Catch my heaven Get myself perplexed Sober like eternity.
An apocryphal story A spurious story No doubt about it. The proletariat is the laboring class- very malleable. Total insane With a perfect case. ignominy of losing an idiosyncrasy of murders. Last page of anger Divided chapter We kill the best possible reason.