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Things we never used to let that pain
Now were so coward like strings broken
Were so afraid of not coming back by those memories
Memories forgotten.
I am still here, I won't change a thing darling
But you insisted to get me lost out of nothing
Again, I am still here darling
For you I let myself in, like in our childhood dream.
There the two of us smiling
Tears fallen, promises never broken
We both sang our songs of living
You held me like I am insane.
I just thought you and I will last
Like we did in the years past
But you gave up on us, twist of two casts
They fell in love and now faded fast.
Slow motion and fast forward hallucinations
Love happens, love ended so soon
You left me like I am wandered, fragile, and torn
But darling, do I have to move on?
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There you up in the sky
Down here seeing you alive
Feel free the air of essence
Of sweetest daffodils
The strands of your hairs are like swinging
Let me be the heir of your smile
Tis' you and I will be ever again
Just you and I and the stars
Starring bright
There you up in the sky
Will you ever come back?
Your tomb comes the oldest
But your soul comes to heaven
Waiting you and I will be ever again..
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The Inevitable Distance (??)
The inevitable distance of two hearts that beats as one
Now was captured by a morning sun
They kept on running and running, skin tanned
Temporary feelings of the man and woman
Days gone, terribly missing in darkness
Shared moments of tied up faces
Those awesome dreams was sadness
Torn by an illusion memories that ought to ceased
Where do I begin?
Of not feeling the same way again?
The agony is tantalizing
Now I believed in long lost story of myths and legends
Strange abstract
Of two people painted in knot
Infinity is not yet given
Maybe were just in motion of sweet dreams..
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He the heir of ding a-ling
Not to proclaim again
The universe; below the belt of lonesome theme
Nothing like Euripedes scale?
Warriors! Abide no more!
Let him hear! By anothers winter's tale!
Let him speak!
Verbalize his own ideals of the will
Free of justice, back his wealth in need of triduum
He's the man of knowledge, the half was taken
Forbids not to take the road again!
Don't kill! He may endure cynism beyond pain!
Let him freed!
He's not Echo who just love himself
He, the scientist of the noble minds
Of an old aphorism in 1513
Please! Do not my King, in Napoleon's name!
His words are gait sparred
Oh! Like him is just a continuation of pendulous fame
He's not Gods, nor Greek, nor French
His human by all faith and means
Do not kill! His worth more than any of cunneus wedge
More than you'll know my kin
Do not let him die in his sentence...
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He the superb of all time
The man he used to be
A noun I read in dictionary
The writer's word choice
The level of his formality
Humble and edifying
Erodite like Apollo's dream
From Juno to Hera to fervor breeze
I know, He swings gently like spring
Inveterate and brave
Not to discussed how superb is He
God knows what he really wants to be
Now he unravel his cape and sore
Not to fly like he wish as a real superhero
His a malleable person and has laconic ideals
The gateway through
Be the change and stand firm
And soar high like Icarus and feel the wonders of the sun.
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The agony of the forty fourth fallen martyrs
Of our noble and bravest men
The sound of testimonial heartaches of nowhere scenes
Guns of distraught
Guns of unaware feelings
Guns of twenty one heroic means
We salute the inevitable tied up courage of our kins
Now the tragedy happened of unprepared masks
Now it was a cold blasts
Like an ice to dust
It seems so gigantic beginnings
Of yes to peace
Mournful days of no one could ever ceases
How it felt to broke in the end by a doleful mess
The agony of the forty fourth fallen martyrs
Now it became a history
Of the world's largest tragedy
Of war and technology
Beyond time, beyond what we see
Or beyond what we never expected to be
Like were struggling in the unfathomable sea.
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The night was odd, dark, and nowhere to seen
People shuttered in the most crucial way
I beg some help, I'm so frightened
The tone of his voice
The dagger he tightly hold
The mark he burnt in my legs, I crawled
He crashed me like I was stoned
My eyes closed, terribly knocking for justice
Blood runs to my veins, blood runs for crime
Tormented, wanting truth
Chanting a lightless tone
The anatomy of hide and seek
For I tortured and slowly meek
Years of slavery, bitter case
He held me like I'm a victim of susceptible disgrace
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I was thirteen when I found out I was magnetized by your style
Those candid smile, I long to see
I can't wait the day that you and me
Will meant to be
I don't know if it is called love and affection
All I know I was in stunt in the same motion
Like of every girl needs an attention
From love spell to sweet combination
I hate myself for falling like a statue
Days of you love me and you love me not, I count seven two
Those days were innocent of melo dramatic tattoo
Oh boy, breath of love I knew; I'm breathing for you..
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So let me know that you are a shopworn
Me thee rises like the sun galore but sometimes
Deflated, downplayed and torn
The surrealism of us bestowed much mold.
So let me know if your truly a writer?
I maybe fall in love and twas never died
Your the man I see from Achilles and I am the bride I see from Helen
In summer night at some moments of our time
So let me know if you exists in this world?
Were the tandem of great imperfections
There up in the sky..
I am the star of the second magnitude
And your Platus of every playwright
whose mindful of his works
So let me know hence thee we're about to told
Our benign thoughts must trace a word
It's the centerfold of Humanism is what I called
So let me know
In your lover's eyes thou'st dwells me inside..
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Farewell! Oh my sire
King of once empire
I walked out at doomed in those spooky nights
Just to see you naked and died!
Who are you to killed those men?
Are you out of your mind?
Oh sire! You fought like Trojan war
And looking for Achilles heel in reward!
Who are you sire?
You the mogul of dismay!
See the apocalypses and omen of world
Are you not afraid of judgement decode?
You coward!
You ruined everything over three hundred decades
Spare! Spare forgiveness!
I will hence thee witnesses
Oh sire! What have you done?
Its getting out of hand?
Two tormoils at once!
Ho! You never be gutsy I know you can't
Oh sire it's not yet the end
Go and change!
Give peace among foes of Spartans men
And you still barbaric in the end.
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