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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