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I couldn't sleep this morning. So I woke up at like 6 am and wrote down a couple of poems/ songs (aren't songs always poems in a way?). Now I haven't edited them, mind you. Just thought I post them here, because I'm bored and too lazy to edit or rewrite. They may even be crappy... but whatever.
[Please DO NOT STEAL.]
Emptiness Is Silence
Can't you see I'm arguing against the sound?
Every time you walk out that door
You take a little part of me.
When I hear the footsteps
Outside my door,
It gives me hope
That you've come back to me.
Loneliness is the sound of emptiness.
Can't you see?
I argue against the sound of emptiness.
Loneliness is the sound of emptiness.
And empty is what I be.
Not a noise when you're not here.
The silence is violent to me.
There's no music that I hear
When you're not near.
Can't you see?
I argue against the sound of emptiness.
Loneliness is the sound of emptiness.
And empty is what I be.
Can't you see I'm arguing against the sound?
Loneliness is the sound of emptiness.
And empty is what I be.
By: e.v.a.
Here's the other. I think it's a complete opposite to the previous one. Tell me what you think.
Dancing On Your Grave
I'm loving every minute of it
Loving who I am.
I'm taking it all in strides
With no other man.
I'm loving every minute of it.
And you being dead,
Is something I wouldn't change.
So I'm dancing on your grave.
It's like it were a rave.
And loving
Every
Minute of it.
You swore that you'd never change.
That everything would be the same.
But you broke that trust
Just to be with her again.
Now you're dead to me.
So I'm dancing on your grave.
As if it were a rave.
And I'm
Loving
Every
Minute of it.
You'll always be a part of me.
But I'll always be the same.
I'm loving who I am.
So I'm dancing on your grave.
And loving
Every
Minute of it.
By: e.v.a.
Okay I lied, I was editing and rewriting a little while typing this up. Couldn't help it. I may change a few more things later on.
 H a i k u D r e a m s · Sat Dec 08, 2007 @ 01:23am · 1 Comments |
