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I'm wide awake this time
Our love's a clever crime
Running on the stairs of heaven
Sometimes, I wish I feel alive again
I'm wide awake again in your awfully bizarre shoes
I wish I can feel alive this time
It's hard to even fathom your problematic issues
Our love's an extra mile crime
An extra mile crime
I'm wide awake
I'm about to break
Save me from your shadows beneath
How do I lift up the vicious lion's teeth?
If only you would save me, my dear
We wander our own way 'round here
I'm stuck in place in front of your face
While you're free in space in life's race
In vast grace…
Untie life's shoelace
I'm wide awake again in your awfully bizarre shoes
I wish I can feel alive this time
It's hard to even fathom your problematic issues
Our love's an extra mile crime
An extra mile crime
I'm wide awake
I'm about to break
Save me from your shadows beneath
How do I lift up the vicious lion's teeth?
It's hard to express myself completely
In a rhyme all by myself effortlessly
Walking on the airborne edge for a while
Many times, I told you to run that extra mile
I'm wide awake again in your awfully bizarre shoes
I wish I can feel alive this time
It's hard to even fathom your problematic issues
Our love's an extra mile crime
An extra mile crime
I'm wide awake
I'm about to break
Save me from your shadows beneath
How do I lift up the vicious lion's teeth?
If only I could relive the past and future prosperity
Me and you just can't get along like we used to simply
I'm sheltering you from the inner storm that whirls violently once more
You ignore my helping hand and left my young heart tattered and sore
I'm wide awake again in your awfully bizarre shoes
I wish I can feel alive this time
It's hard to even fathom your problematic issues
Our love's an extra mile crime
An extra mile crime
I'm wide awake
I'm about to break
Save me from your shadows beneath
How do I lift up the vicious lion's teeth?
I'm wide awake and alone once again,
Running upon the long stairs of heaven
I wish to feel alive in your arms sometimes
I hope to make it on time before the bell chimes
Slowly, in the darkness, you will find me—counting the feet beneath the earth—driven by the urge to be by your side and to come to rest upon your hand, before you vanish into the light, never once looking back.
I contemplate, I observe, I watch; yet I neither weep nor laugh, for I am too young to feel, too young to care, when is this all going to end? I want to feel alive again, but your face is everywhere.
I long to alter the very rhythm of my heart’s beat, and to never forget the brush of your touch. Yet as the sun rises, I see your shadow descend into that pristine void you left behind when you departed.
And if only I could turn back the hands of time, I would lay my inner self bare for all to see, holding it gently in just one hand; with the other, I would cradle yours—for though I may watch my own life passed before my eyes a thousand times without cease, I shall never, ever be able to forget your soul.
Can't stop writing love words to you
They keep flowing out with such ease
Never known passion the way I do now
My heart and soul you have seized
In a moment in time back on September 7th
My whole life was forever changed
Was thinking before that very fateful day
That real love was no longer in range
From then till forever, I feel alive again
With dreams of a passionate love
The girl I've adored for eternity it seems
Has reappeared, giving my heart a shove
Shouldn't be over, our age shouldn't matter
Great romances from the distant past
Have proven that love crosses all boundaries
Should be able to feel love to the last
So I repeat can't stop writing love words
They flow from my pen with such ease
A testament to my burning love, my darling
No words more passionate than these
The moment
The sound of your voice made my heart stand up and pay attention.
I'm sorry, that's not true.
The sound of your voice made my heart actually pitter patter and jump and wiggle. It released the butterflies and the heavens opened and I felt home. Just the sound of you voice made me feel alive again.
When our lips first touched my heart melted and became yours to mold and shape and hold.
I became someone else all the fear and stress just flew off my shoulders.
All I wanted all i could wish for is that you grace me with your love and share in my lala land of love and we could dissappear into the sunset together into forever.
The taste of your lips, the sent of your hair and the touch of your soft skin. I was yours way before I knew you. My soul and my heart yelled we are home.
That's the moment it all made sense.
My heart shattered
When you shut me out
I’m trying to repair it
But there’s pieces missing
A piece remains with my late husband
Who I will love ‘til the end of time
Some pieces went with my pugs
When they crossed the Rainbow Bridge
Yet with death, there’s acceptance
Because of the finality of it
You put the remaining pieces together
In a beautiful, yet fragile mosaic
In time, you allow yourself
To feel alive again
I got too close to you
And you shattered my mosaic
Despite my best efforts to let you go
You still have a piece of my heart
I’m trying to put the pieces back together
But they just don’t seem to fit
I have come to the realization that
I am broken
I need to find the glue
To hold the remnants together
The sun's warmth is helping my mood considerably.
I had been holed up all day in a dark place, watching sad TV shows, feeling down...
Now I am outside, and it is warm out here. The sun is loving my shoulders, and my face.
Things are looking up. I am starting to feel alive again.
The house is a tomb; the black-out curtains have turned it into a cave.
Two seconds in the sun is helping me to remember how lucky I am to be alive.
Fourteen "Unsolved Mysteries" with Dennis Farina had gripped me in a mood of hopelessness and despair.
I had held myself hostage all day
By a TV show...
I have a morbid curiosity and fascination for the dark places, I have no words to explain it.
It meets me on a primal level. It meets something in my soul that nothing else does.
When I am attached to this sludge I cannot seem to break away.
I don't even try.
I can hear a loud bird. Not a hoot or a coo, but something in between.
The birds must be feeling the love of the sun too. They are lucky they don't watch TV.
I feel like living now, not singing, but at least retaining a bit of the rest of the day.
Why are all the blinds in the house drawn? Why does the house feel despondent, sad, hermetic?
Why do chores seem like giant hopeless tasks on a winter day?
The sun is weaving her magic into me.
The being who could not bathe or walk upright for the past two days is soaking up the rays like a giant happy cat. The TV people can't get me out here.
I chose life.
Quick don't make a sound step up to the table
Take these drugs and feel alive again
Everything you've ever wished for is just a pill away
Just don't let your feelings sway
The premonition is lost behind his eyes
Lay closer and let things come to life
The thrill has left a sliver of hope
And these livid dreams are helping you cope
Your bedside manner is lacking in a wasted time once lost
The profane and profound impersonate the rich and the loud
In a time where we all resist the hand that feeds
The breath of life blows out the candle of death
So take heed and don't make a sound
Creep through the darkness to search for the light all around
A ragged whisper sends a chill down your spine
Struggle to keep your balance she says you're all mine
Touch the water and let it cleanse your drunken soul
Let's make believe we're all something more
You'll be dead by morning's end
You'll be dead by tomorrow morn
Sing to the dead for us and grant them peace
Let them know that heavens been released
To be so close without touching is torture
I mean dang.. Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. Fighting my desires
Here I am gripping the seat in the theater, unable to focus because of your presence
Your everything I want you know....
Your cologne swirls into nostrils, hitting into my bloodstream like a drug
I have to shake these thoughts out of my head.
It is so tempting, but I care more about your feelings and your heart instead
Hate to see you go by the Color Fred
is on re-play on the stereo.
I have dreams of you.
You told me I am misleading
but you don't know that just because I am fighting to do the right thing...
doesn't mean I don't want your arms embracing me.
Your kisses softening my lips, making me feel alive again
If I had known you so many years ago, how the difference in this relationship there would
have been.
I can take on the dissapointment, but I will protect you from being dissapointed
You deserve a goddess indeed
one who is ready to be the woman you need.
I never quite understood the essence of chemistry
that is until I met a man like you who lives so honestly
but you need to understand that if and when I would be with you
I want to be strong, resilient, and ready as as a person to be with you
because darling.. you are everything
Form:
When you left me,My new world began
I started to feel alive again
That was when you left me
you were waiting me to collapse
You thought I will beg you to come back
But baby I'm done with that
I wonder what you would feel
When you left me not knowing that the smile was on my face
I wanted to see that look in your eyes
I wanted to haha in your face and turn around
I wanted to enjoy the flavor of your angry looks
I wanted to make sure that you knew forever you lost
I wanted to see when the lion inside you turns to a cat
I wanted to feel that I'm winning this bloody fight
I wonder how you felt when it hit you in the head
that you made a mistake in leaving me this time
When you knew I would let you go fast
Oh poor you, you are not used to that
I know I'm fine and okay
as long as you are far away
What was his problem?
He never did anything below the belt in this world.
What was his problem?
He never looked at a girl with the wrong sense of commitment.
What was his problem?
Looking at every possible thing in life
and trying to enjoy it,
even when he was suffering deep inside.
What was his problem?
When he was told he should be perfect for society,
he tried his best to be.
What was his problem?
When his crying was made of pain, suffering,
and the enormous burden of pressure
he carried in every drop of blood in his body.
What was his problem?
Defining every piece of passion he felt
to buy some respect to show in society.
What was his problem?
Working hard for his parents,
not just to make them proud,
but so they could show him off
and make the relatives feel like the lower ones.
What was his problem?
He never showed the face of their only son to the parents again.
But the problem was… they never craved for it.
What was his problem?
He wanted that the world should read this all,
when the note will be in the hand of a policeman
who will have some empathy in his eyes
to talk to the family and ask his father, his mother,
some questions about himself
that would make him feel alive again
even though his soul was dead before he committed suicide.
What was his problem?
He never wanted to be in this world,
but he had to, just because after the death
he knew what will be the best conclusion of death he will receive.
It could either be hell
or his rebirth again in that family.
What was his problem?
Even when he was found
happily hanging from the fan,
the parents said,
“We don’t know what was his problem.”