They say I am a stray;
Walking down the street two-way path crossing my way. You have been caring all the weight away. For I have been the fighter of my own battles nearing my screaming day. “Attention” that’s what I seek for my inner child’s play. With a knot in my heart, with love given to rise your soul, you have been granting my heart for you to mislay.
They say she is not like the rest;
All I Can say; “I have been gods bless” for shouting the truth out of my chest. To be all obsessed I was leaving my mind unrest, but I did express my heart for you to undress!
They… They… They…
for I am careless and free. Happiness is my power key and undecided crossed the sea.
It was that lady who shared our simplicity in our eyes. At night we looked deep in the sky and saw what the world defined. She asked for the who’s, the where’s and the why’s, but in respond we only empathize. The aspiration has been hiding with her allies; “while moving counterclockwise and breaking that rose thorn while hypnotized”, she asked herself “had I reason otherwise?”. Though its impossible to imagine what we can do without the beauty at rise we hope that the flower never dies. So we search for the colour in between the lines and find that firefly not far away from paradise. She got separated from her soul first fight domination. Looking in the eyes of men while her eyes and lips spoke in flirtation. Ought to get the beauty of Venus with the strength of Athena; The power off will wil always have her salvation.
Take my hand and share me your thought.
On your chest my head rest uncaught. I was
Unaware from my mistakes. Don’t hold me down.
Cause; “You didn’t want me anymore around.”
How can I take thee soul with me to the end of time?
May I share our love, joy and tears? Or do
You only care about your fears?
Seeking for love through a black hole,
Owned by misery and no control. Take thee
Universe; “For I show you my light and darkness whole.”
Love is nothing more than a lost soul.
We kiss Athena ,the modern Greek, willing to fight for the ancient weak! At her highest peak and as mystique she was she was thorn by medieval doublespeak! Her tongue whispers all chic with barren words and flatteries of the unique.
So, who did close the door behind your back? While you walked down your own path and decided to put down your color as black. “I Wasn’t the man that could be named Jack”. You asked for the dark night so you could scream loudly in your flashback. Afraid as you could be you decided to rise above your fallback. They called jimmy the maniac while he had a heart attack he couldn’t stop and kickback, on his chair; to be ivory black! So, who did close the door behind your back?
As for the starry nights we will be walking down the dreamy welkin…. And as likely we are we will be wearing our bridge coat. For I try to quote Poe himself I lose my thoughts into his words of the blue note. “From the Hell of the planetary souls?” and ought he touch my bloody throat. He sketches little anecdote as he sails down the river on his rowing boat.
You think I wouldn’t be chuffed? I am releasing the pain that had me handcuffed. Raising my spirits up to the sky as I bluffed. So as they say; while dancing around in my room, thou shall inundate. Walking in a straight line towards my future that has been aligned. Before it falls down and thought to be misstate, we shall not hesitate before we can translate our long lost language dancing flow rate. To debate, or not to catch the bait. While skipping my heart rate I will liquidate.