Sweet little words made for silence
Not talk
Young heart for love
Not heartache
Dark hair for catching the wind
Not to veil the sight of a cold world
Kiss while your lips are still red
While he`s still silent
Rest while bosom is still untouched, unveiled
Hold another hand while the hand`s still without a tool
Drown into eyes while they`re still blind
Love while the night still hides the withering dawn
First day of love never comes back
A passionate hour`s never a wasted one
The violin, the poet`s hand,
Every thawing heart plays your theme with care
Kiss while your lips are still red
While he`s still silent
Rest while bosom is still untouched, unveiled
Hold another hand while the hand`s still without a tool
Drown into eyes while they`re still blind
Love while the night still hides the withering dawn
Moderadora
- Dementia Black
- I cry a lot because of sadness. I have different personalities. I hear colors, I see sound I change my mind in every five minutes. If I can't make some editing for more than a couple of minutes, I loose it. I am very uncomfortable having a human experience. I believe that love is the most powerful weapon. Not because I'm naive. But because I already tried fighting with everything else and it didn't work. I can't live without black eyeliner. I believe everything happens for a reason. But that everything that happens around us is a reflection of who we are or what we need to learn. The most important thing I own is my laptop. If there was a fire and I had to choose between my laptop and my cat, I'd save my laptop. music = my life....
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