نَازِكْ
2015-02-10, 01:36
peace be upon you ^^
been a while ,,,,since the last time and i didn't come with empty hands so enjoy ^^
When i ‘ll die burn pale flowers on my grave
Write on it: she lost the things she couldn’t save
Write on it :she was dying before from denying
Write on it: she loved the tears she kept drying
Also write ,,,,
When life was gettin faster she could barely walk
When nothing left to say she was forced to talk
Though she was suffocated she kept breathing
She had enough of the truth they ‘re wreathing
She gathered her fragements as she ‘s been wreaked
She wasn’t brave enough but she has never sneaked
As they heard but never listened she just gave up
For them she was just a lil girl who wouldn’t grow up
Or merely a door to knock when other doors were close
And when she felt cold none was there to hold her close
Write too,,,
She believed in her fate though it wasn’t a choice
She rebeled against her fears by a vioceless voice
She loved decembers’ fallen rains and flying lil birds
She was addicted to poetry and its charming words
She was a part of a world which kept to fall apart
But home is home that’s what she told her heart
She lived out of time to save at least her belief
She kept wandering there away from her grief
she lived happily ever after among her gray shade
But as she is a human ,in the end she has to fade
When i’ll die,,,
I know there would be no enough place to fit
No place even for my name to be written on it
Maybe they ‘d just write she was born in October
Or it’d be empty,i will end up as any other number
Because so far we’ve been treated like numbers
Numbers ,numbers are all what we do remember
I don’t know when i’ll die but so far i am still here
I will make this journey worth then i will disappear.
been a while ,,,,since the last time and i didn't come with empty hands so enjoy ^^
When i ‘ll die burn pale flowers on my grave
Write on it: she lost the things she couldn’t save
Write on it :she was dying before from denying
Write on it: she loved the tears she kept drying
Also write ,,,,
When life was gettin faster she could barely walk
When nothing left to say she was forced to talk
Though she was suffocated she kept breathing
She had enough of the truth they ‘re wreathing
She gathered her fragements as she ‘s been wreaked
She wasn’t brave enough but she has never sneaked
As they heard but never listened she just gave up
For them she was just a lil girl who wouldn’t grow up
Or merely a door to knock when other doors were close
And when she felt cold none was there to hold her close
Write too,,,
She believed in her fate though it wasn’t a choice
She rebeled against her fears by a vioceless voice
She loved decembers’ fallen rains and flying lil birds
She was addicted to poetry and its charming words
She was a part of a world which kept to fall apart
But home is home that’s what she told her heart
She lived out of time to save at least her belief
She kept wandering there away from her grief
she lived happily ever after among her gray shade
But as she is a human ,in the end she has to fade
When i’ll die,,,
I know there would be no enough place to fit
No place even for my name to be written on it
Maybe they ‘d just write she was born in October
Or it’d be empty,i will end up as any other number
Because so far we’ve been treated like numbers
Numbers ,numbers are all what we do remember
I don’t know when i’ll die but so far i am still here
I will make this journey worth then i will disappear.