Again, if we begin, to draw those skies towards the grounds, to sweep off those dandelion fields with love to connect the stars and, sew them, to stay together forever, would we reach the destiny?
/I killed 3 things tonight, I killed 3 things tonight, our sky, our dandelion field, our stars, And I followed you to the graveyard./✿
Again, if we begin, to hang the cherries onto the trees, to ring the bells when someone prays, to paint the pale wings of butterflies, and sprinkle some stardust on them, would we reach the destiny?
/I killed 3 things tonight, I killed 3 things tonight, our trees, our butterflies, our prayers, And I followed you to the graveyard./✿
Again, if we begin, to make the sour memories sweet, the broken hearts meet, the dead escape back to life and, greet, the sombre summers of their lonely beloved, would we reach the destiny?
/I killed 3 things tonight, I killed 3 things tonight, our memories, the broken hearts, our summers, And I followed you to the graveyard. to which, the heart has left, leaving the soul behind./✿
Being the same person, some conflicts tend to be never-ending.
//Again, if we begin,
✿ apart from the seashores, we sail ✿ ✿ above the clouds, we fly ✿ ✿ around the moon, we play ✿ ✿ along the sun, we rise ✿ ✿ at the horizons, we meet ✿ ✿ adoring the beautiful deeds of ours ✿ ✿ a heart and a soul live together in the same ✿//
Your thoughts break into words that help, seeds of hope break its dormancy You're a winter flower, that stands brave in hailstorms. You're a soul, just pure, like a winter sweet, that has sweet nectar called love, even though it's petals are covered with snow and it lives in winters. Your ink flows enough to bring light to the world. A purple cloaked fairy falling in love with a lonely and cold aurora, shining over the icebergs......
A dope, lost in the abyss, you will find way back to home. Way back to the spring day, from the forever rain. A blue and grey sky, you are, holding millions of lights.
~Awake, still with you, a tiny purple light, walks through the trivia of ego, into the magic shop, and will surely get the scenery of serendipity. A sweet epiphany of first love, will knock your door, as an airplane takes you to, the paradise of self love. An euphoria, with endless sweet nights, with skies, having no more dream(s) left, unfulfilled, instead, mikrokosmos hang from roof. Wrap an angel in purple velvety blanket. A sweet promise of love.~
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When my shadow sleeps, Walls-breathe-out-secrets-that-stink, Like someone's last words, echo all the night. There is still some work left.
Some work to meet the deadlore, The evil setting traps for me to not fall, but fly. Fly with my colourful wings, To-chop-them-off-when-it-sees. So-I-can't-fly-but-go-through-those-traps.
Butterflies still fly in the ribs of corpses, New colourful flowers bloom from innocence, But turn black when some devil nourishes them.
Something ends every day, once which began, starts to retreat, and leave ashes of my bones behind.
Grim reapers stand by my soul and wipe my tears. Stars fallen down sonder alongside. Rains on cottonflowers,turn them dark and black. Concinnity of some skies that are about to break, with sorrows in them shows, dead kindness.
While, Love dies young in my name, On the other side of rainbows.
...................................~•SHE•~...................................... She lives in a world Where her weaknesses are hidden by the clouds of mystery She paints on the canvas of memories And grows into a rising phoenix She perches on the bark of strength and will To define grace and beauty with her might and skills Underneath the clouds of colours Is her, with the wings of fire Warmth and thrill surrounding her She is a woman With elegance engraved on her bruised lips
When the storm arrives, She never bows down to drown She doesn't care if it is a lucifer's expletive or a cursed crown In the palace surrounded by prejudices In the abyss of darkness Where nobody hears her voice She chooses to fight With neither gods nor the demons on her side Before her fears try to snatch the utopian world for which she cried She clasps her sword of fire and ice To swedge with vulnerability and lies
To give is a skill not all own for it requires a big heart! Standing up for others; when you yourself are in troubles is not what everyone can start Altruistic nature denotes a sacrifice Instead of material things, spreading happiness becomes suffice The joy of giving is an empathy that wins above all other feelings Forgiving and caring nature, the song of distributing love it sings!!