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Black and White
Black and White:
I see only black and white right now; my eyes do not cry they bleed for you somehow
My heart plays the percussion to this song I am strumming
It’s a dance, a battle, a play of keys; it’s a fire of distance, between you and me as each note is
Played, I feel you near me, I can’t say it is true, but I think I just seen you, and you gave me
Never mind, I cannot give all my secrets away, there must be something’s I save, that are dear to me
This blood staining my shirt, as a trace lingers down my cheek, from the inside corner of my eye
I sit here and I play I play our story on black and white it’s my soul I am pouring out to you
I am not Mozart, I do not have his talent or his form, and it is only me, the broken one
I could sing to you this song, but I would sing it and my love there is no one
Just the candles the piano and me
We are one tonight in our aching, lonely and in love, a love that is a dream, one I may never…
Never mind, I cannot give all my secrets away, there must be something’s I save, that are dear to me
My fingers glide across all I see now is black and white I play for you my soul cries to you but you
You will never hear the song I hold here in my hands and heart for you
You will never hear how my heart cry’s out to you, and my soul screams for you, maybe, maybe, you
Were not meant to be with me, and it’s this thing I must live with now, called perpetual agony
I am playing on theses keys and all I can see is black and white, I would tell you the sound if I could stop
Crying blood traces my cheek and stains my shirts I pound the keys as my heart it hurts and I fly threw
Across time as I see us old and you’re in her arms and I have no one to hold but I chose not to
Because the man was not you and I pound the keys my heart beats the percussion my heart is broken
My soul is staggering, and my hands are tired, but I keep on I keep playing, my eyes are not crying, they
Instead are bleeding for this love, that is a dream of us that will not be, but threw time I have to face the
Music, and I faced it now, as I play these keys I pound away my screams, and I cannot cry, it is blood
Leaking I have lost in love, but I am here in space, and I am broken this way, and maybe it’s meant to be
My love I only see black and white under my fingers tonight
Seascape
I see only black and white right now; my eyes do not cry they bleed for you somehow
My heart plays the percussion to this song I am strumming
It’s a dance, a battle, a play of keys; it’s a fire of distance, between you and me as each note is
Played, I feel you near me, I can’t say it is true, but I think I just seen you, and you gave me
Never mind, I cannot give all my secrets away, there must be something’s I save, that are dear to me
This blood staining my shirt, as a trace lingers down my cheek, from the inside corner of my eye
I sit here and I play I play our story on black and white it’s my soul I am pouring out to you
I am not Mozart, I do not have his talent or his form, and it is only me, the broken one
I could sing to you this song, but I would sing it and my love there is no one
Just the candles the piano and me
We are one tonight in our aching, lonely and in love, a love that is a dream, one I may never…
Never mind, I cannot give all my secrets away, there must be something’s I save, that are dear to me
My fingers glide across all I see now is black and white I play for you my soul cries to you but you
You will never hear the song I hold here in my hands and heart for you
You will never hear how my heart cry’s out to you, and my soul screams for you, maybe, maybe, you
Were not meant to be with me, and it’s this thing I must live with now, called perpetual agony
I am playing on theses keys and all I can see is black and white, I would tell you the sound if I could stop
Crying blood traces my cheek and stains my shirts I pound the keys as my heart it hurts and I fly threw
Across time as I see us old and you’re in her arms and I have no one to hold but I chose not to
Because the man was not you and I pound the keys my heart beats the percussion my heart is broken
My soul is staggering, and my hands are tired, but I keep on I keep playing, my eyes are not crying, they
Instead are bleeding for this love, that is a dream of us that will not be, but threw time I have to face the
Music, and I faced it now, as I play these keys I pound away my screams, and I cannot cry, it is blood
Leaking I have lost in love, but I am here in space, and I am broken this way, and maybe it’s meant to be
My love I only see black and white under my fingers tonight
Seascape
Published 4th Jul 2014
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4th Jul 2014 11:21pm
I have read your diffirents works,everyday your trying come with new ideas,it is wonderful poem,big up for good work!!!
5th Jul 2014 00:22am
It depends on how I feel on what I write and what I am doing affects what I write also♥
Thank you for noticing me
Thank you for noticing me
5th Jul 2014 7:40am
5th Jul 2014 9:43am
Thank you I love to relax with her and she seams to be the one thing I can always depend on to understand me.
5th Jul 2014 9:42am
Thank you I love to relax with her and she seams to be the one thing I can always depend on to understand me.
Anonymous
6th Jul 2014 1:53am
Even though you're not crying in this piece I can easily picture you alone in a room with just those candles for company, the illumination causing shadows or silhouetted shapes to appear on the plain cream walls behind, while you're angrily hammering away on a Steinway & sons grand piano.
Tell you what, you sing the song & I'll shoot the video, ok?
Tell you what, you sing the song & I'll shoot the video, ok?
6th Jul 2014 5:07am
