This is a song i composed in exactly 12 minutes and 56 seconds... even though i should be studying...haha... i guess when inspiration hits you on the head you MUST ensue it :)
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Don’t tell me it was complicated
If you wanted to, you could of saved it
But you waited one year to realize
What you convinced yourself were only lies
I’m sorry to be the one to say this
But my love for you has faded
I learned to fly by myself when you left
And now that your back I can’t land yet
We could’ve been the greatest thing
But you left me with broken dreams
And I suffered in silence for the longest time
Thinking maybe you would change your mind
But I woke up from that crazy nightmare
And saw my face reflecting back in the mirror
And I knew I couldn’t keep living in pain
So I got back up and went on my own way
My love for you was once so strong
But it broke to pieces when you were gone
And someone came along to patch it up
They helped me with both hands to get up
I got use to your absence day by day
And then the pain started to filter away
And then I new what it was to smile again
The sun cleared the clouds and I started living
We could’ve been the greatest thing
But you left me with broken dreams
And I suffered in silence for the longest time
Thinking maybe you would change your mind
But I woke up from that crazy nightmare
And saw my face reflecting back in the mirror
And I knew I couldn’t keep living in pain
So I got back up and went on my own way
There’s no use for apologies now no no no
I’m too far up for or you to bring me down
Just let me go like I did for you
And maybe one day you’ll find someone new
…So don’t tell me it was complicated
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Friday, April 9, 2010
The Rose
Friday, April 9, 2010
the rose
It's beauty outshines all others of its' species.
It's nutured with mother nature's love.
it shatters the scenary when it falls to pieces.
it dies when flakes start falling from above
It contains no coldness, only warmth
For it's value is much more than what it's worth
It provides an image, a style, and a home
so beauty never feels alone
It's importance is rightious and unique
you see it symbolize love, peace, and prosperity
who comes across it is a fine, lucky creature
for it's draw on their innocence will grow deeper
the rose
It's beauty outshines all others of its' species.
It's nutured with mother nature's love.
it shatters the scenary when it falls to pieces.
it dies when flakes start falling from above
It contains no coldness, only warmth
For it's value is much more than what it's worth
It provides an image, a style, and a home
so beauty never feels alone
It's importance is rightious and unique
you see it symbolize love, peace, and prosperity
who comes across it is a fine, lucky creature
for it's draw on their innocence will grow deeper
Saturday, April 3, 2010
time.
When did it start? Where does it end?
Time is infinite, it´s independent in such a way it molds over the old, devours the present, and stalks the new without the consent of thy follower nor thy path. When time is at the essance it passes by in fast paces swallowing hours like minutes and minutes like seconds. When time is pleaded to accelerate, it crawls in slow lurches, ignoring the favor of one´s desire. Behind each angry beginning lurks a vast pool of hurt in which we bathe in our own memories and pain. What is the extent of such ravishing demeanor? Shall we wait for mercy to be thrust upon us, or must we cogitate over are own hurt in an imperciptable manner to finish heeling the scars? Is time in our favor? or is it our enemy? Against all odds we fight to forget the things that we want to rememeber, and remember the things that are yet forgotten. We musn´t feed the greed of our violent pleasures for they have violent ends. Remember that life is the meaning of what you make of it. Once you feel sorrowness you'll understand happiness and once you live pain you will conquer love, and with love you'll learn the value of life, the value of time.
Time is infinite, it´s independent in such a way it molds over the old, devours the present, and stalks the new without the consent of thy follower nor thy path. When time is at the essance it passes by in fast paces swallowing hours like minutes and minutes like seconds. When time is pleaded to accelerate, it crawls in slow lurches, ignoring the favor of one´s desire. Behind each angry beginning lurks a vast pool of hurt in which we bathe in our own memories and pain. What is the extent of such ravishing demeanor? Shall we wait for mercy to be thrust upon us, or must we cogitate over are own hurt in an imperciptable manner to finish heeling the scars? Is time in our favor? or is it our enemy? Against all odds we fight to forget the things that we want to rememeber, and remember the things that are yet forgotten. We musn´t feed the greed of our violent pleasures for they have violent ends. Remember that life is the meaning of what you make of it. Once you feel sorrowness you'll understand happiness and once you live pain you will conquer love, and with love you'll learn the value of life, the value of time.
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