Posts Tagged: English poetry
Caught By You.
Caught By You There are times, When, I close my eyes I am shedding tears. _ The times I feel…, in silent. The tears that block my view There’s a distance from you _ When melody fades, In, thinking of
Caught By You.
Caught By You There are times, When, I close my eyes I am shedding tears. _ The times I feel…, in silent. The tears that block my view There’s a distance from you _ When melody fades, In, thinking of
Personal Funeral
Personal Funeral It’s difficult to raise the dead. It’s difficult to kill a vision. The harmony of your life is drawn on a line and you say the shit is fine. _ You’re looking for an angel mind, this
Personal Funeral
Personal Funeral It’s difficult to raise the dead. It’s difficult to kill a vision. The harmony of your life is drawn on a line and you say the shit is fine. _ You’re looking for an angel mind, this
An old-young advise.
An old-young advise Little kid, play your toy. Don’t grow up, don’t be a boy. You’ll have to think, you’ll have to try. Don’t be a man, just stay shy. _ Little kid, you’re on your way, to live
An old-young advise.
An old-young advise Little kid, play your toy. Don’t grow up, don’t be a boy. You’ll have to think, you’ll have to try. Don’t be a man, just stay shy. _ Little kid, you’re on your way, to live
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