I find myself here thinking,
About stopping time.
Stopping it for good,
And live within the stars.
I am too scared of failure,
Too scared to dream.
I only have nightmares,
Success is not my story.
On the edge of this rock,
I contemplate infinity.
This river so picturesque,
The beauty of the world below.
Walking alone,
In the dark.
Singing by myself,
That there is no hope.
There is no hope,
I spent it all on you.
Throwing stones,
For a better beating heart.
Sunday, February 19, 2012
Friday, February 10, 2012
The uninspired poet
Wake me up, heart.
Wake me up.
Inspire me colour,
Inspire me.
Agonising sleepless nights,
Light give me strength.
Though I am the in-between,
Monochrome heart.
Silence once golden,
Now bothersome terror.
Memories from across the shore,
Making an ocean of difference.
Follow me gently, love.
I am a raging tide.
The uninspired poet,
Searching for faith.
A shadow closes down on me,
A claustrophobic mind.
With a tear shed,
Farewell a piece of light.
Wake me up, heart.
Wake me up.
Inspire me colour,
Inspire me.
Wake me up.
Inspire me colour,
Inspire me.
Agonising sleepless nights,
Light give me strength.
Though I am the in-between,
Monochrome heart.
Silence once golden,
Now bothersome terror.
Memories from across the shore,
Making an ocean of difference.
Follow me gently, love.
I am a raging tide.
The uninspired poet,
Searching for faith.
A shadow closes down on me,
A claustrophobic mind.
With a tear shed,
Farewell a piece of light.
Wake me up, heart.
Wake me up.
Inspire me colour,
Inspire me.
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