Waves impressions faces of value
I would have you win if you were worthy
I expected, now disappointment
In love and wishing it would last forever
In bed through the window we learn new trades
looking through passed the tracks
I will cross that way forever
Inside of sleep
Waking up to her music
The days had gone since than
I will always be with them
You are no longer here
Spirit from your eyes lifts to heaven
One last glimpse of contact
Nothing like losing you
My tears fall, and emotions gather
Memory reunion
Missing the very part of me
My lady, wherein in the loss i find in the time you lived
Beside me in unity
I will always miss you
How could you be taken away
I wait to see you again in the light where you wanted to go
it is getting harder to know
What is the reasons to get out of this
Passing you on in spirit
Your departing light
My lady, my lady wherein all my sadness dose rome
Poke the witches eyes out
In this fiction two can meet
By and by a skeletal closet
Dark figures wander
Driven by sense to think
And point out the living exits of humanity
Tempting well of ghosts
Wherein these sedimentation
Nero transitory
Red rose attitude a voice filled in nails
Hand held fist and a toxic mind lost unconsumed
Planned detour
Everything escapes
Ill morning after
Four days of pain
Her own gambit bitter son she weeps
Bed of ugliness
Black eye encompassing dirty trails
Hope concerning
I am loved more than I’ll ever know
Head in a daze from the fast falling rain
Sky of black crowds around a mystery man
Selling what appears to be hell of a good time
I hear the old hag yelling from the top of her lungs
Stay clear from the road the mystery man walks
Mind the biliousness she says at the last
Head full of ghost from loved ones gone on
Drinking at the wake we had a hell of a good time
Celebrating the dead, neat tidy words, outlawed tunes
Head in a daze from the fast falling rain
Asking for a date hesitantly
The fair looking girl , she say I cannot wait to meet ya soon
Now the wonderful hag sits on the stair never minding her own
She says the fair looking girl has not but a clue for you
Down in the streets I carry on my day
No sunshine to warm
A voice in my head tell me not to fret
She has always loved you in a way you’ll never know
Stay clear from the road where the hell of a good time waits
The old hag will forever have her says she will forever mind you
Since she cares and also loves you
If there was never a word there would be no love
Out of the rain I rest my head on the bed
Out of sight out of mind
Bones of a lover through the fire ever wander
Harvest of the Autumn
Equinox blood design of our forgiveness
hearts of a hardened burden
A face lost married traveling territories
On the sun through the eye white clashes
prevalent mind beauty in the clam
I am sad and low beyond my breath
Unfaithful departure
I don’t want to believe the undone
In the night sleeping haunting
Listening the voices
Miracles ever so fleeting
Distortion ever so lasting
feeling a modern world blind to the earth and the people
reason and meaning
I wish I had never heard of this hardship
Sad and hardened view of my family torn drifting separate ways
I feel absorbing long term dwelling
Bedding crown of nature
Intuitive, primitive
Ending their expression against the masses
Last time ever wanting desperate association of a blessed miracle
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