welcome to the wisdom of my wrong's sorrow
where thoughts collude to mourn tomorrow-
without you here this art is hollow
we swallowed songs...and serenades did follow;
with hindsight's wreath and withered brow
wounds did wail as death would vow--
war was waged and blemished anew
while words misfired and weapons flew;
weeks dressed absence as months did harrow
weakened I bled, from bone to marrow-
would weight of time on me bestow,
whispers of a woman I once did know...













with love & light~ Desire~*~




i am forever swallowing songs... and now i am awake again i will throw the dvd on love is music by nick haper. 



cheers !! 


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