On blood stained whispers You buy you time Hoping to kill It only takes time Soft nothings You filled my ear Ripped out my heart Left me in tears
On sun lit waters Did we ride Only to find The lesson of time If only I knew What you knew back then I would have ran Never let you in
Beautiful friendship Could have been more Why would I try Just to be called a w***e I gave up my longing As you gave up me Now all that is left Are filthy pieces of me
Innocent lust Is what it's been called Yet it was so much more Until you let me fall Fed me your lies Straight to my face Now I am left My steps to retrace
With what a deep devotedness of woe
I wept thy absence - o'er and o'er again
Thinking of thee, still thee, till thought grew pain,
And memory, like a drop that, night and day,
Falls cold and ceaseless, wore my heart away!
~Thomas Moore
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beauty the path you finnally step back on your path take it because being lost is not completely horrible, being found can make you fill exposed, so sometimetimes if you journey alone it is better for your goal, your path looking like the yellow brick road, but you create it so you can build bridges to get over the rain before the waterfalls, river, stand strong and love its beautiful when you see it though yourself purely true , yourself drunk with love..... Edet Sira tis love is all
This is very different from your other stuff. I like it. I think this may be my favorite from you, and the image is phenomenal. We need a photo shoot with a dress and ketchup. Lol. And a couple Halloween wigs =]
your style of writing is unique Ali! thats whats makes the originality of your work...but its the feelings you pour into your work that makes it genuine!
a pleasure as always! and i know still more to come!:))