June 18, 2010
I stopped to talk, you had to listen.
I stopped to talk, you had to listen.
So who you're asking? Volume's increase.
All just a thriller - you want to be me?
A whisper of love. Blurring my mind.
The flower of laughter somewhere in sight.
Crucify. A lullaby. Shameful cry.
My head held high.
You call it justice. Is this the truth?
A soul of desire. Fading in doom.
Calling a number. Who's on the line?
9/11 - remember the time?
So who you're asking? When lips are sealed.
A man of wisdom, trying to heal.
If time's an illusion, so is the truth?
You're crying my tears. I'm bad. Who are you?
Am I gone? Where were you?
I am behind you, faithful and true.
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3 comments:
I am behind you, faithful and true.
Thank you. *sigh*
You stopped to talk - I am still listening,though.
talking about love is never ending. all can only be felt but can not see: D
love is the best gift that is owned by a human. and her loss will be someone that does not make perfect
interesting article:) behind it awaited the visit and comment
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