'art' 'love' 'perfection' 'angels'
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I sometimes I wanna die.
I feel like I'm sinking slowly into oblivion.
Morning comes and the troops are to late.
the war is over.
*Note* it has been 2 and a half years since the first part was written, and now: here's what really happened.
Dear whoever it may concern,
I know now what I was looking for
the way your eyes light up when you smile,
Here we go again
Same old routine
why can't you see
I've liked you from the very first day
from that very first week
And you've got a case of amnesia
But I must object
HER EYES, HER TOUCH, HER VOICE, HER SMILE
I JUST FEEL LIKE HOLDING HER IN MY ARMS FOR A WHILE
THE WAY SHE WALK, THE WAY SHE LAUGHS
MY LOVE FOR HER WILL NOT BE HALF
SHE IS BEAUTIFUL FROM INSIDE OUT
She Dances On A Ring Of Fire
She dances on a ring of fire
Throws off the challenge with a shrug
Her lips were luscious to the taste
What was broken is now repaired
I can not describe, this feeling for you.
I try to explain, in a metaphoric way,
but not the same, as feeling .
I ace, at the butterfly eating my stomach.
I can not fathom, how I'm split in two, when you par.
