When the feeling is gone and the days are too long
When you’re crying for fear, of deciding wrong
When sky always grey and the suns far too bright
When you can never sleep
When you’re out every night
When you’re too nauseous to eat & too nauseous to sleep
And the evil thoughts
Begin to creep
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Love has the power to fill you up again!
When you are in a desert, it brings rain;
Its sensuous sensation of silk like,
Pour away the grief---the feelings hike.
It brings light in the depth of darkness,
A sweet smile and there goes the sadness;
When it befalls, it holds you rather tight;
Misery, melancholy, mourning slowly dissipate.
......
Deep in red,
Lady bleeds,
Heat blotted,
Blowing gusts.
Apple to pale,
Gushing wind,
Tides change,
Toys drowned.
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Yes, there was a time
I was obsessed by melancholy,
I saw deep sadness,
The quality that so tormented
My former favoured idols,
Poets, painters,
Musicians, actors,
Creators of every kind,
As glamorous and romantic,
But it’s not,
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Sometimes I sleep, wishing there won’t be a morning,
That the drapes on my window stay shut,
Just like my heart stays shut now.
I close my eyes, seeing nothing but dark,
Begging the dark to sing me a lullaby,
To soothe and comfort me,
For I might not open my eyes again,
For the dark might have to become my home.
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As i sit here rotten,
I look at a happy, playful couple of pretty butterflies,
Oh pitiful me! Hiddenly crying, holding onto my winter mitten,
It is a simple piece of fabric to one; but now I know how time flies,
Both of us look back upon thee,
A manner of glee which used to be,
A glee of a pact filled with lies.
Oh alas, me! Look. It is just a dirty pair of moths; a burden to fly.
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Love has the power to fill you up again!
When you are in a desert, it brings rain;
Its sensuous sensation of silk like,
Pour away the grief---the feelings hike.
It brings light in the depth of darkness,
A sweet smile and there goes the sadness;
When it befalls, it holds you rather tight;
Misery, melancholy, mourning slowly dissipate.
......
Going, going, going
Always going
But never gone
I keep on looking
Darkest dawn
Always close
Waning brawn
Knees are shaky
But keeping on
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weepy, faraway freak under
imaginary interrogation lights –
they sear into clandestine
melancholy
she has tried so hard to keep it concealed,
but water touched by flame cannot
pretend it doesn’t boil
downcast eyes so they cannot sense
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Sometimes I sleep, wishing there won’t be a morning,
That the drapes on my window stay shut,
Just like my heart stays shut now.
I close my eyes, seeing nothing but dark,
Begging the dark to sing me a lullaby,
To soothe and comfort me,
For I might not open my eyes again,
For the dark might have to become my home.
......