TODAY MY LOVE HAS GONE AWAY
She wanted that way
And she won't be back again
In words I just can't day
That it's not fair
Letters burning pains from the past
We both know I won't someone like you
And I know that I won't rest
Until I have you back
It's all your fault
When you came, you took my breath
There's no numbers to count
'Cause I write on the walls
You came and you crushed my heart
But I hope you be hurt like me
'Cause you let me to rot
And now you're gone
I hope you a double pain
I hope you an year without rain
I feel like you passed away
Because I still love someone has gone away
GLORIOUS RESULTS OF A WEIRD YOUTH POEMS
Walking Dead Tonight
I walk alone down the road
I feel homesick all night
And it hurts my throat
Untill the daylight
Hollow Jane follows me
To the place where can be
Too much love too little time
To walk under moonlight
Jane looked at my eyes
And sets a scared face
There was terror in your eyes
She said there's no flesh on my face
I'm walking dead tonight
Under the moonlight
I smell death through the night
'Cause I'm a living dead tonight
I walk alone down the road
I feel homesick all night
And it hurts my throat
Untill the daylight
Hollow Jane follows me
To the place where can be
Too much love too little time
To walk under moonlight
Jane looked at my eyes
And sets a scared face
There was terror in your eyes
She said there's no flesh on my face
I'm walking dead tonight
Under the moonlight
I smell death through the night
'Cause I'm a living dead tonight
TWILIGHT MOUNTAIN
Um coração nutrido pelo brilho
A caverna profunda dos sonhos silenciosos
O mensageiro do vento me diz
Os passos feitos pelas faíscas
Que levam ao encontro duma árvore
[ cuja copa é inalcansável
Eu quero o vermelho do rosto daquele índio
E algum dia eu irei escalar sem volta
Para onde as nuvens se chocam
E o vento é apenas um menino
Cortes deixam feridas de lembranças
[ é ruim pensar assim
Quando alguém peregrina pelo
[ monte rumo ao pico nevado
Ele guarda um segredo
A caverna profunda dos sonhos silenciosos
O mensageiro do vento me diz
Os passos feitos pelas faíscas
Que levam ao encontro duma árvore
[ cuja copa é inalcansável
Eu quero o vermelho do rosto daquele índio
E algum dia eu irei escalar sem volta
Para onde as nuvens se chocam
E o vento é apenas um menino
Cortes deixam feridas de lembranças
[ é ruim pensar assim
Quando alguém peregrina pelo
[ monte rumo ao pico nevado
Ele guarda um segredo
GLORIOUS RESULTS OF A WEIRD YOUTH POEMS
COLD GROUND
There's a cold ground
Where flowers don't grow up
There's a bad place
Where the river don't pass through
Someday I know I'll lay
Abd stop to cry
When I sleep in that cold ground
There's a cold ground
Where flowers don't grow up
There's a bad place
Where the river don't pass through
Someday I know I'll lay
Abd stop to cry
When I sleep in that cold ground
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