My words being separated
My vision marinated
All I require is some mead
So I can bring forth my lost creed.
Every croon I take is an escape
Every rhyme faced, getaway
It's prime for another one
It's time for her chosen one
All he has been, it's been separated.
Words spoken unturned
sight whispered unheard
Seems to me I have bitten my time,
Time lost, Time flies
Time's gone it shall never come by.
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
A Pat!
All is finished, all is done,
I finish my writings in a place I thought I grew up.
Followed you sacred in the place of my birth
I don't have the time for a drink from the cup,
lets rest for a while till our souls catch us up.
Your breath gave me life
O! Felia it was your touch that made me bright.
A face that grew me calm,
your dance, brought me back to paradise.
I can hardly see that moon
A sword engraved in your name,
O! Felia, walking on moonshine...
Gave me a pat! telling me I am mine.
I finish my writings in a place I thought I grew up.
Followed you sacred in the place of my birth
I don't have the time for a drink from the cup,
lets rest for a while till our souls catch us up.
Your breath gave me life
O! Felia it was your touch that made me bright.
A face that grew me calm,
your dance, brought me back to paradise.
I can hardly see that moon
A sword engraved in your name,
O! Felia, walking on moonshine...
Gave me a pat! telling me I am mine.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)