I think being a poet is a lifestyle - I love words and expressing what I see around myself - I don't call myself a poet (afterall I am many things) ... but I do so love words... (YURI NIEMAN)
Thanks...! I would never express these words better myself!
“Prologue”
Days without reason or care
Days of bliss and grace
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Standing alone with eyes cold
Holding that red flower you gave to me
To ever remember what I mean to thee
Standing alone with eyes cold
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I wake up with tears flowing from my eyes
And all that I need is to scream and cry
And all that I do is to clean my eyes
Just before I close the door behind
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{So cold is the air…
Freezing the soul
Freezing the heart
Illusions (In the mist so real… …desired)
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'Preludium'
Well... I had no idea how else to tell you what I have. Such words I wouldn't dare to spell in front of thy eyes I love. All I could do was to write these words of my sorrow, pain and lust, enchanted with my hope that one day you could forgive me for what I've done. Sometimes you cannot let a dream carry on. Sometimes are not the hopes of our heart which draw our path. Sometimes is love what tear us apart.
Adieu...
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