Emily Sanderson

We never cease to learn for as long as we exist in this life. These are my thoughts and contemplations in diaspora

Monday, March 4, 2013

The storm will erase my past

You killed a thousand men inside me and you became the king 
Silence is my best weapon 
You can feel my word more when I'am in silence 
If you were at my level of my madness 
You will leave your world, to live inside my heart instead 
Miracle all I need is a miracle
But how as I know the miracles time is gone. 
The day you declared my love is the same day of my birth 
I hadn't told them about you
But they saw you inside my eyes
They saw you in my written words 
The perfume of love can't be concealed 
But for the good of this love and for us we need to separate
For I want to increase my love to you 
I want you to remain the prophet of love 
I want you to remain the messenger of life.
For all this, I want you to go 
Dust our memories are dust 
Please go, for all the good things that I lost
Hollow.. Hollow our base is hollow
please go and leave me with my entire sorrow 
The storm is so strong and hard 
will shatter me to a part
Will erase my past 
Will create a new heart 
Can heal my pain fast 
BUT.. BUT..BUT YOU ARE STILL MY KING
SUFFERING , WITHOUT HEARING 

May apply for the appeal right..Not sure 
Em New York 

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