Why can't I say it out loud?
What am I so afraid of?
Why is there a rose red cloud
When I say it is not love?
Last time, it was a disaster
Can't let it happen again
I should learn to react faster
To my angel's crazy plan
Fall, fall with me
You are all my soul's desire
Run, run from me
You will get caught by the fire
Come, come to me
Wanna hear your heart's choir
I want to see
When a wonder takes me higher
Love is a liar
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Who am I?
- Lone Poet
- Who am I? It's a question I ask myself time to time. I've come up with different names for myself. I was a preacher, I was a king, I was Misery Incarnate... but eventually I'm no more and no less than a lone poet, buried alive, waiting to be excavated. To be loved. I live for the moment when everything is all right.
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4 comments:
Wow, this one is amazing. O.o Truly, I mean, could be one of your very best.. Awesome job! :D
Thank you very much. :$
yeah alev's right it is very amazing
the last stanza is eeverything, the last line :*
Thanks, Amin. (:
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