While the day is anew and void of light, While the misty frosts and cold breeze torments the strongest of souls, While the little candle lid remains the only source of shine in my humble abode, I stir the ink, As I scribble the deep, within my heart, The tip of my pen becomes my only source of warmth, For I write about you and me. WARMTH!
For those moments were my best moments, And I hoped it'd last a decade and then, forever!
I’m here in the place you’d asked me to wait looking out to anyone coming my way, thinking it could be you. Aye, my wait has loomed deep into time, the sight of the fading stars I once gazed seem to torment my hope. Would you come, would you not? I await still, like a knight of the nights watch seated on a long seat of hope, a swollen eye, and a faith unyielding to time and tide! Ms.
some people, just like the yellow difference of sunflowers can warm up just any heart
Cry dear Am not gonna stop nor console you, I’ll watch from the sides, letting you free up the heaviness stacked within your chest. Cry all you want, Free you soul from the torment of incessant pain, You deserve that much. Yell out your frustrations, Soak your sheets with tears, you have nothing to lose. Cry till you feel there’s nothing left to cry for, Till the salty rivers of your tears, becomes your very source of strength. Cry till you feel the freeness to face society without fear of crying again, Cry for we inevitably become stronger after a fair taste of our tears!
Beneath a magical shade of almonds, love blossomed. Beneath a lonely shade of almonds, sweet lovers turned bitter foes, the pain of faded love. Beneath the crimson light of perfect moon shine, a beautiful almond shade stands tall and still, giving off a tranquil grey of shades, subject to the change in seasons. Some called it bitter, others called it sweet, neither of them were wrong. They prolly came at different tides, such is life! Some called it bitter, others called it sweet, neither of them were wrong. They prolly came at different tides, such is life!
The Fall From the shadows did I behold a damsel bright as the mystery moon, lively as the magical stars, A beautiful piece of Gods art, alluring to all that takes a glimpse. A step for a heart, a heart in each step, did she in her gentle stride sweep hearts along. Pitiful mine, never was spared from this ploy. like the great walls of old Jericho, a rumble, a tumble, then it crumbled. I who hardly can utter a word, oh me, my shy self, helplessly have I fallen from this shadows, with my eyes yet open, into a bloody scheme, into a plot, into this malady we call…
Aye behold, the crumbs of fallen kingdoms, the blazing fire on their northern borders Aye behold, the trouble of the rising sands behind our fierce gallop forward, without regards to the pains of yesterday, nor the fear of what tomorrow brings.., for we are brave men of the battle field, fighting on the grounds of our certain emancipation, Aye behold, the tenacity of our march onward, the beaming of our morale at its peak.., for we are brave men of the battle fields, we hold no regards to if or not we were born, with silver spoons atop our mouths, Aye await, the sound of our victory songs, for to…