She thought he was a knight coming from the ages of ignorance, he thought she was a geek coming from the clan of deception, and they were both wrong... losing the melody of them precious song, dear feelings shed, pain hurt the body with shame in them head, craving for mercy... crying in bed,
If life wasn't a sad story, why they got birth crying, and after so long journey they just dying,
She thought he was a knight coming from era of loyalty, he thought she was princess of modesty coming from royal love story, and
they were both right... play away the melody of them precious song, dear
feelings shed, longing hurt the body before even touched the head, craving for
mercy... willingly in bed,
If life is a love story, how we will share it before get dying,
See it's up to you, life is just the choices we take through the road, no matter if we were silent or shouting so loud, it's not craving for career, or jumping high barrier.. it was, is and will always be just love, because where there is love, life exist.. she isn't perfect, he also isn't perfect yet true love is two imperfect persons refuse to giving up on each others.
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When the morning beam, gone.. letting me share the endless nights with hopeless dream, to come on,
When shall this silent of sense be cast, this dust of thoughts be laid at last,
When the man of flesh and soul be slain, and the man of bones remain
When this heart starts talk, these lungs painfully shout, asking me what is this humming brain think about,
When we're proud and in power, hopping not for a lifetime.. just for togetherness even for little hour, we will tenderly seed the birth.. maybe not forever but at least it should last as long as earth.
When i send my angels into the west, to know where, when and even how my soul can't get rest
When I'll lie down in that cold... bed of dust; do you can bring our eternal seed to light, only then both bear we must, for all the morning will be the same as night,
When we flesh and soul still strong, why shall we suffer as a slaves so long, and before the fire of our sense decay, why can't we just blow the dust and clean it away.
When inside this beating heart you live alone, why you slaughters me till the bones.
Maybe your true identity is what you fear, may be also it's beyond compare,
Maybe I told you the truth you denied to accept and refused to pare,
but still as you are think, still i feels, commitment and for Athens journey I'm getting prepare,
and while I truly love you, hurting me deeply becomes beyond repair.
Blind not in the eyes, it's those who can't see with them heart,
Distance my separates us, but you know, we aren't apart.
For you love me in silence, and i do see this as an art,
