I see you as you walk infront
Leaving everything behind
Like there was nothing to be
Neither there is anything to hold on.
But my dear
How can i hold my urge?
My urge to hold your cold hands in mine
The urge to just touch your face.
How can i hold my urge of staring at you
Staring at your love filled eyes
And how they become smaller when u laugh
And playful when u look at me, when we have something in our mind.
How can i stop my urge of holding you?
Closer to my heart
And to my life
And the urge to never let go.
The urge of sitting here with you
Until the bright blue sky turn pink to dark
And the urge to just peak a kiss on your lips
While you laugh at my thoughts.
But my dear i have to stop
As i know the ending very well
As i have lived a life filled with love before
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On a night like this
With less people around
I would see you again
When you would be lonely in a crowd.
I would slowly hold your hand
To feel the warmth of your eyes
I would move a bit closer
And touch your face to remind you of us.
I would find universes in your eyes
Or maybe a pond filled with fishes playing around
Or maybe passion
Of never letting go.
But like always I have to go
Go to a far land
Cause my dear
I am afraid of this feelings.
I am afraid of love
And the things that come with that
I am scared of letting go
Or even coming close.
So I would leave you
Until again you
Would be lonely in a crowd
I would come closer and lose myself in your eyes for the final time.
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As the night moves from my eyes,
Saying it's last goodbye.
I hold on to something or someone,
Maybe a hope or a promise of someone.
The lights looked beautiful as i remember,
As beautiful as the face that removed all the darkness from my heart.
Was that the person whome i saw or just a merry sunlight,
I just didn't recognised.
But i remember the night when i looked onto that,
The beautiful lights.
Not from the the northern island,
Nor from the city of lights
But from the terrace of my house,
Every house looked like a billion fireflies.
As beautiful as someone's face,
And as bright as the sunlight.
It looked like a small little star,
Every house looked like a galaxy of there own.
As beautiful as it can be,
As the light moved from my eyes.
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I'm a creative person who had a lot of dark time in my life. I can still get to it: I can still go to a relationship or a time when things weren't great. But it's getting further and further from me.
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Some people are too prideful to go out and reach out to people to help them in that situation because it's just such a dark time.
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Some people are too prideful to go out and reach out to people to help them in that situation because it's just such a dark time.
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There's also some element of coming of age during the Reagan administration, which everybody has painted as some glorious time in America, but I remember as being a very, very dark time. There was apocalypse in the air; the punk rock movement made sense.
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Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our Light, not our Darkness, that most frightens us.
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