My Mind |
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I cannot help but sit and think.
Of us
Of distance
Of eternal love
I cannot help but sit and think.
Of winter
Spring
And summer's heart.
I cannot help but sit and think.
Of you
Of us
Of warmth
Of lust
Of bliss
And of eternal love.
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You and I |
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You and I,
We measure happiness in sun rays falling on our cheeks.
You and I,
We measure emptiness in our longing heartbeats.
You and I,
We measure pleasure in the hushed "I love you."
You and I,
We measure loyalty in the loud "I am here for you."
You and I,
We measure lives in the distance between our lips.
You and I,
We measure love in amounts of speeding heartbeats.
(c) Mindless Pen
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The Leaves |
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Настроение сейчас - Gray & Blue
The Leaves
The leaves start playing with the colors,
But I still wish for you to come
And be with me.
The leaves start playing with the wind,
But I still wish for you to come
And be with me.
The leave start getting tired,
But I still wish for you to come
And be with me.
And even if the leaves stop playing
And fall,
I'll still wish for you to come
And be with me.
Метки: poetry |
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