Are we alive ?
Never so soon , my life will go Soon will be gold And I'm here acting surprised My heart will gone Just with your stunning lies Asking for helps Since you left me to hide Am i your doll? The one who survives Blaming my own for what i haven't get Easy is home , There up in the skies Angels had told me once to never be so warm My sins had all overcame my absence Where is my mind while I'm here to wreck down Under my bed they took all my dreams off Have i the right to ask if I am the prey ? Why would a human do that to me in the darkest inside Is it so wrong that i still can breath Chasing my life make me so blind to ease Bring out my fears that became once tears Monster should hide where i can be near Asking for lies Asking for heals Am i surprised to let you in here We were a flam Why would u believe ? Have we get lost ? Have we dried up our trees ? Who gave us once life When we were so discreet Now I'm up at the skies And u still just here Have we the right to ask If we can be so near ? Nothing is last just soul and that doll Making some noise so we can all hear The story of lines THe story of grief The story that chased all of us till we ended so near It says along It says so clear ARE WE ALIVE Because it's seems to be clear !
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Черничные пироги, молоко с мёдом. Приходи. Почитаю тебе стихи и раны замажу йодом. Буду исцелять поэтапно все твои трещинки и порезы, даже в твоё заледеневшее сердце, поверь мне, — смело полезу. Повір! Залізу без страху. Без жалю, не боячись. Бо наше розпалене вогнище змушує бути хоч чимось. І тільки не хвилюйся — ми не розчинимось. Ні одне у одному, ні у часі. Мы снова столкнёмся, неспособные противостоять этой связи. Истощенные, но в друг друге, нашедшие дом. Якщо не перше життя, то і не перший том. Не перший різновид мов у моїх віршах. Не найдёшь меня в жизни? Отыщешь во снах. За той дверью, где я нам в пирог добавляю чернику. Приходи. Мне одной без тебя здесь ужасно дико.
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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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