If it weren’t for Imagination,
Where would we be?
The World’s not a pretty place,
And neither are we.
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Poets cry and love too much,
Dream of things that cannot be,Thinking thoughts of Fantasy.Poets drink a Sacred Wine,Open doors to the divine,Poets suffer and as such,Have of Love, the magic touche.
Couldn’t care less,
Country progress,Whole World in a Mess,Who can it be?That Couldn’t Care Less,For those still a’thinkin’You’ve got just one guess.
Not loving you
The Tempest is still there!The same longing,The same drowningRainBorn, like in birthFrom pain.Yes, I can swim,But not without you,Not even,Life, can ITotally regain…
I like to write,
That I can fight,Ignorance.I like to write,It’s an escape,But not a cape,To cover up,Truth.I like to write,Because my feelings flow,And thru them I know,Communication.I like to write,To try to make things right,For life, for peace,For Humanity.I love to write,Because I might,Just make it thru the night,Without you.I love to write,Because it makes me feel alright,While…
As long as there is Love,
They are so unbelievably,IntertwinedFor the best thing they both knowIs how to give, and give, and give.
I met you,
Since then,The StarsCan’t even tell meWhy!From youI cannot,Be Apart,What have you done?How dare you stealMy broken heart!