It's in me where it all dies.
The Dead Poet.
I have deleted all your pics, Forgot you and your relics, Your smile and your eyes, It's in me, where it all dies! And now as the time flies, I have embraced you and your lies, You broke me and our ties, It's in me, where it all dies! Its been one hell of a stormy night, I'm tired of our silly fights, You let me down and our tries, It's in me, where it all dies. It's in me, where it all dies.
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byeee
Let it all out🌬️
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2018-07-18 01:23:00
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The Dead Poet.
@byeee there's nothing left...not any more😅😅
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2018-07-18 05:16:48
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This is a song I wrote 2 years ago,it's not good but I had 1 day to prepare it for a project.I had to perform it with my friend violet,and it wasn't that bad. Oh my love what happend here,break me until I have no tears.Oh my love what happend here,you make me feel so sad and bad but in the end it's this and that.Oh my love what happend here,I cry and cry till the tears are dry.Oh my love,Oh my love.Ive waited long for you to come,I've waited for you to love me.Oh my love we had it all,but in the end we lost it all.Love can fade just like your life,love can hurt and burn until the ashes crash and turn.Oh my love our souls are connected,but why do i feel them drifting apart.Oh my love we dont have time,you will soon leave me all behind.Oh my love I always knew that in the end,our love would defend our hearts.I stare at the stars,and feel you watching me.Oh my love,I shouldn't love you,but I do.. Lillian xx
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Ай
Присвячую тобі вірші українською, Бо не знаю, якою мовою висловлювати свої почуття. Хоча, для тебе, мабуть, краще російською, Але я вірю: зрозумієш і так. Бо коли ми зустрінемось, важливим буде лиш погляд: Серце не потребуватиме слів, Йому буде байдуже звідки ми родом, Навіть, якщо з ворожих країн.
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