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So, the sadness attacks.
Phone itself is asleep.
And this feeling is back.
Pretty harmful and deep.
Girl, I wait for your call,
While the day turns around,
And the Suns rise and fall…
Close to fall underground.
After night I will record
My voice on the phone.
Tape of only few seconds
Will be heard by someone.
So, if you want to hear
Simple phrases of mine,
Call, when I'm not at home.
When I'm so far from you.
You can speak with yourself.
While the time's running fast.
After hours of self-talking,
You will call me at last.
Phone itself is asleep.
And this feeling is back.
Pretty harmful and deep.
Girl, I wait for your call,
While the day turns around,
And the Suns rise and fall…
Close to fall underground.
After night I will record
My voice on the phone.
Tape of only few seconds
Will be heard by someone.
So, if you want to hear
Simple phrases of mine,
Call, when I'm not at home.
When I'm so far from you.
You can speak with yourself.
While the time's running fast.
After hours of self-talking,
You will call me at last.
Literature
When I think of you
I'll send you a message
from within my heart
I'll send you a message
whispering it in the dark
I'll send you a message
every time we're apart
I'll send you a message
stating some truth
I'll send you a message
with a bit of proof
I'll send you a message
when I need you near
I'll send you a message
when I'm in fear
It'll read as follows;
Baby I love you
baby I'm here
Baby with you
I'm never in fear
And at the end I'll add;
I'm sorry
I can't do this
you make me feel stupid
I loved you, it's true
but I get sick now
when I think of you
Literature
A lonely day
I can't believe I'm going to miss
such a special day as this
Lovers kissing on the street
as my heart can bearly beat
I see all the lovers give a rose
as I wipe a tear from my nose
His roses are still in the vase
still in the very same place
I will remember he's my heart
But, for now, we are apart.
On this night of love and kisses
I spend my time all away on wishes
But when paper hearts are cleared away
I will need to face a new day
As my dried roses, and paper flowers
Wilt away, hour by hour.
Literature
You Owe Me This
I want you to bury me
When I'm gone and plans are made,
I want that shovel in your hands
Lay my body in its grave and let the earth flow
Add your sweat as well as tears to the soil that will cover me
Take your time
No need to rush
I think I deserve just that much
How does it feel to be over me now?
Come on, baby, tell me how
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