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Now That Your Here
Secretly i knew we were going to be,
i knew that you were meant for me.
I knew it was wrong and selfish to do,
and my feelings and thoughts were mirrored by you.
She Remembers Love
She remembers love.
She remembers it from a long time ago.
So long ago, that she only recalls the good times.
Her first dip in the sea of pure happiness,
In The Evening Of The Mourning
An aeroplane passes over,
and I know I'm higher than the people on board,
yet I imagine them happier, more fulfilled than me,
while i repeatedly strum a new-found chord.
Im So So Sorry
Sat on my bed with paper and pen,
wondering if we'll be ok again,
My mind a haze, a haze in this heat,
this unwanted feeling has found a free seat.
Nomads Story
The nomad walks with a face to the floor,
memories upon memories and regret to the core.
He's had his chances and threw them away,
at yet he asks for more each day.
The World That Is My Own
Here I am, enclosed and out smarted
by the sick self.
Welded together, a thousand bombs would
fail to break.
Even With Eyes Wide Open
Here the Atheist' harp plays.
Played with antiquated hands.
Even with eyes wide open
scrutinizing the colossal landscape.
You are all worker ants
and the tunnels you dig will be
remembered by no-one,
a fake destiny.

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