| Pale September,I wore that time like a dress that year. The Autumn days swung soft around me, like cotton on my skin. But as the embers of the summer lost thier breath and disappeared, my heart went cold and only hollow rythems resounded from within. But then he rose, brillant as the moon in full and sank in the borrows of my soul. He goes along just as a water-lilly. Gental on the surface of his thoughts his body floats, unweighed down by passion or intensity. Yet unaware of the depth upon which he coats, and he finds a home in me, for what misfortune sows, he knows my touch will reap. This is love all the happiness and pain we feel, but still we love. |
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| Why do you wake me now, sweet breath of Spring? On my brow I sense your most gentle caress, yet how soon creeps on the time filled tempests and with distresses. Tomarrow through the vail, the traveler will pass, recalling all of the glory of the past. And in vain he will serch for the bloom of my youth, and nothing will he find but deep pain and endless sorrow. So I ask again, Why do you wake me now, sweet breath of Spring? |
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| The darkness comes and the darkness goes..happiness is never what you think it should be so... and then in your life comes a time in your life when you need him more then anything, you may believe you are the wounds that only he can heel...then everthing will turn around and then he becomes so serious..what he choose to offer you.. was all that you could have. |
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| All though dreams can be decieving.. Like faces are to hearts.. They serve for sweet relieving.. When fantasy and reality lie too far apart. |
| Your love gives me a heart contusion,, Adagio breezes fill my skin with sudden red.. Your hungry flirt borders in trusion.. I'm building memories as empty,not nearly my love, not nearly.... |
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