I drain my thoughts through my pen. That's the only way I breathe.
I thought you said you were never gonna let me stand alone I thought you were an angel sent from above My mind to insanity, you drove
By Harydo Neon7 years ago in Poets
Love, a fact or fiction, I am not sure what I would choose The fact is when it comes to loving someone, all I do is probably lose
There she stands, tall, elegant and sparkling Her smile, her aura, and her posture gets me thinking Of how lucky I am to have been picked by destiny
Let's take the word love for a spin How would you know when you actually win? Do you feel in your gut or in your spleen? Or is it as painful as in romantic films?
I lay down to sleep after a conversation with an angel I close my eyes and open them almost immediately I am no longer in my bed, or even in my room
They said Love is sweet, I believed them But I was never told Love had a sour taste underneath They said Love would conquer all, I listened
And so i begin this journey, not sure where i head As they say, it all begins with a single step Shy to take this step, even though it's a must
Mother Nature needed someone to represent her beauty She sprung forth many but yet none was worthy Till a cry was heard on the 7th of March
And so I, in my deepest thoughts, doth think Of the beginning of a lot of thinks and cringe What about the if and if nots
Oh Life..oh life...oh life How badly you have been painted With black colours and greasy paint As beautiful as you are, it's strange
Some guys are addicted to smoking Am addicted to thinking Some guys are even addicted to drinking Am addicted to continue thinking
The truth I must say without the delay My secret must share without spices My actions have all been destined to happen I stare at her from a distance not too far