Ashes and Sirens

Mysterious

I'm really tired, I'm a little depressed I know I should keep working But I'm a little upset I got no shoulder to lean on and cry my feelings out Feeling empty all night as I'm devoured by these doubt My mind is going blank and it's confusing like hell And when they ask me what is wrong, I don't even know what to tell There is a point where I go weak, a point where I fall down A point when I can no longer keep carrying the crown I need a heart to lift me, I need a hand to hold me But all I see is ashes and hear sirens of the sea How do I explain the pain when I don't even know what caused it? How do I explain the overflowing sea when I don't know where the bullets hit? It feels like time stopped and I'm here gathering memories Of places I had been and places that I wanna be Nothing is right but not everything is wrong You see my empty feels so empty, so I'll just send this song

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shadowlinxxx morgan

welcome 💕💛

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2020-05-23 18:51:07

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POET UNKNOWN

@Mysterious not to mention sis 😊😊💞

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2020-05-24 16:50:16

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Mehak Kapoor

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shadowlinxxx morgan

The girl that questions everything,is a girl that needs many answers.She wanders the earth trying to find the person that can answer her many queries.Everthing she writes has a hidden question that makes her heart ache and her head hurt.She spends days writing sad story's that she forgets her sad life.Shes in a painful story that never ends,she's in a story that writes itself.The pages in the book were filled ever so easy,because her heart wrote it for her.She spent her life being afraid,that's what made it so boring.Finding her passion was easy,but fulfilling it was the hardest part of all.Her writing may be boring and sad,but it's what keeps her sane. "She had all the questions in the word,and he had all the answers." Lillian xx

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Я граю лише уві снах...

Nadine Tikhonovitch

Я граю лише уві снах, Гітару, мов тебе, обіймаю, І пісня стара на вустах, Що в серці болем лунає. Я граю лише уві снах, Мелодію, давно що забута, І печаль в блакитних очах — Мій жах і муза, мій смуток. Я граю лише для тебе, Хоч знаю, що плід ти уяви, І біль губить нестерпний — Я гину, а пісня лунає... Я граю мелодію ніжну Та бігти хочеться геть, Як чую солодку я пісню: Вона нагадає про смерть... Бо вона серце зворушить І змусить згадати тебе, Ну нащо грати я мушу І палати мертвим вогнем? Поховавши, я присяглася, Що забута гітара — ось так, Бо пісня для тебе лилася... Я граю лише уві снах...

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