Gifts
My fingers wrap themselves around… I’m always searching for warmth in… Effortlessly, I smile at her; she… I have perfected the art of sellin… I stare down at my glass
You live on in the wind that wraps… You live on in her eyes, when she… You live on in the moon that reviv… You live on in her smile, when she… You live on in our song that I pl…
People always say 'Be the change… If applied, it’s supposed to make… Why, then, do I feel the hearts o… Why do I hear the voices of the o… The core of the earth bleeds pain…
Oh how I enjoy the night The still silence is something spi… Caffeined by the incessant chirpin… My thoughts are a waterfall flowin… The cock crows; we sense the dawn
I like this feeling, This gift of believing That I’m capable of fulfilling Closer to achieving Surpassing the unthinkable
I’m not yet ready I’m not ready to be split open I’m not ready to find you’re still… Let me believe I healed Let me believe you were consigned…
Little girl, lost in the echoes of… In the fortress you’ve built, wher… Walls towering high, an inch-by-in… A prison you’ve forged, where suns… Little girl, fragile yet fierce,
In the dance of shadows, like a mo… I find solace in your arms, a recu… This yearning, a silent battle, fo… Yet, I embrace its folly, savouri… Perhaps it’s delusion, a risk I w…
If I could pause the memory clock… When the sun stood unwavering at i… Trees danced to the tune of the wi… Leaves fell gracefully like balle… And children ran around loudly, ca…
I forgive you All I had to offer you was sadnes… My eyes shed sadness My face speaks sadness My lips smile sadness
The lights go out Darkness takes over my mind I can see only the unreal... The sound of the piano Whispers in my ears
I have become a wanderer in this p… Constantly searching for your esse… Quietly yearning for your presence I have become a refugee in this pl… Begging even for an iota of your t…
This is my story I was born in the middle of a stor… Welcomed by the dead of night My little heart jolted by the soun… The rain drops in tune with my mot…
“My servant, my precious servant Do not pick up firewood from the o… It only lasts a day and it’s part Walk on deep into its heart For there you shall find the key t…
Color my hair a labyrinth Paint my eyes with insecurities an… My lips with whispers, secrets and… My ears with arguments and wars My arms with wings, inexperienced,…