max pike

if ever a heart totally open to you truely like a sky above for you
then surely me
if ever a man nothing hide like a naked soul in front of you
then surely me
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if life is just looking for somekinda empathy
I dont know what I need to say
maybe life is just rise and dig some beautiful to stay
as a little pen dancing in a blank paper, wander in different first line
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its just another morning
little birds singing
I can't wait to listen
everything refresh and breathing again
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lay on blue rose trees
breathing a dew upon my lips
a soft finger keep me quiet and sunk
slowly, softly, puzzled
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it sounds like clarinet
blowing by the past
searching, searching never ending
for the forest
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today is a rainy day
I love it always want to say
dont murder it under umbrella
just let the soft part of world dropping on every face and wall
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too many words to say a simple thing
we have drank too many beers to make a real sing
too many rhymes to tell what you think and who is win
we have saw too many birds to fly on the moon
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tonight is a secret
but i want to say something
yesterday still knock this city's dry face
the point is the sky made of blues
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into your hair
into another kind of silence of night
stare at your eye
stare at another kind of mistery of mirror
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when i look at your eyes
like water melt into ice
cloud melt into wind
no one ever fade
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i wonder how many people empty like a empty can sometimes
i wonder how many people drinking like now
i wonder how many people close their eyes when they sip again
i wonder how many people lonely like wind looking for a way to go
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