Disappointing Disclosure
Rogue jury, deceptive lawyers
a trial without a judge on a preposterous courtroom
where his wits and love must prevail as evidence
It's impossible to foretell they'd share a we,
wich was ment to tumble from the very beginning
hence this moment is a result of those series of events.
Everything's ment to perish.
said: Such argues were crucial, this is Darwin's evolution.
Desdain this ballot, we'll write our own constitution!
for I rely on you like I do on myself.
But there were ravages where he'd place the world he built for her,
she ravaged his trust by partaking in theirs laughs' burst.
I entrusted you my heart that died everytime something portended this frame,
despite, beyond any logical or coherent predictment.
You're forced to conclude the synopsis of what you ought to consider a spree.
If there's a response for every action, he reacted to her deed
but his anger was soon lost into uttered feelings and words:
Feelings are words and tears I cry and sing for you, only for you.
He grabbed her closer and thought I love you,
but she was already gone,
wounding him somewhere hardly reachable,
somewhere she knew was currently hers, all hers, hers only.
Exhausted and devastated he heed her asserting the decision one more time
Such disappointing disclosure almost rotten his presence of mind,
made him realize he was blind.
He grabbed her even closer, kissed her one last time
said: I loved you.
Then spread his wings and flew.
Blog Category: Games
Added on: 21/06/2007 13:03:28
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Misplaced Address Perhaps
Impossible to predict the day we'd share a we,
a we most likely to end after the series of crucial events,
When everything's ment to perish, we're into rolling dices
so better choices take place, it's Darwin's evolution
but I expected us to desdain the ballots,
to create our own constitution
hence I relied on you like I do on myself.
Ravaged trust
I saw ravages where I'd place the world I built for you,
had I entrusted you my heart I'd find it laying on the asphalt.
You know my stomach often underwent internal duels everytime something portended this frame.
and ensued by my own hand writting
my words complied to utter what I define as feelings
for there are and were reasons to stay
and despite, beyond any logical or coherent predictment there's a reaction for every action,
a response to your deed.
So why won't I enjoy anger?
I'm forced to conclude the synopsis of my latest spree,
in this rotten presence of mind...
There are feelings few will ever hear me sing,
like the words I sing for you,
feelings few will ever see me cry,
like the tears I cry for you,
I gave you the ticket to my flight,
took you to the cockpit but you skydived, alone, somewhere over the desert
still I threw you a parachute to prevent your certain fall,
directions for my landing spot.
'cause baby, if we're the mountain and the prophet,
you better spread those beautiful butterfly wings of yours for I'm living in a few days,
destination unknown, destination anywhere,
Oh anywhere but here.
Blog Category: Games
Added on: 19/06/2007 04:24:37
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