let goI cannot let you go, This disorientated clutch that you have on my heart; burns like pure ecstasy, Through this melancholy solitude my soul posses, You lead me unto the upon fields; guiding me through the labyrinth of your mind, I have no fear for the untold anymore, it cannot hurt me, This amour like exterior you have barricaded around yourself, Fools no-one but you, Like Alice through the looking glass, i see your true emotions, at long last The silent rage pierces my heart, for i have never known love so cold, But yet so true, This false pretence sacrificed my innocence, your strelet go
EuphoriaBassline beating through my thoughts, Mixing with an assortment of rhymes, The feeling grows stronger deep inside, To move my body to this flow, Coloured lights flash through my mind, I let go and embrace the euphoria, Movements uncontrolled, Unbalanced, I am free, A world of multi-coloured flavours, Dancing beneath our skin, The euphoric moment, Is just about to begin.Euphoria
JourneyWith your hand in mine, I was unable to define The warpness in mind, and with each passing time I will flashback to our moments falsely posed Our atmosphere uncomposed and wild with no frames Was like our love so pure but fake like a child with no name. And in this game there are no winners, solitude sinners The damage that claimed this surrealism, marked its territory And along with my sanity and hope, stole my integrity, Here I lay your open vessel; communicate through me as I disappear Share with me your lost hopes and all of your fears, Though the years and lengthy traits of timeJourney
| I'm Safia Isabella Kamel. Of Morrocan and Italian decent. 19 years young. Content with life. |
any thoughts?
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Here lay I Lord your brush; paint.
Here lay I Lord your canvas; paint.
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"DA is my sanity at present:
a place where i am not judged.
where i can contibute
where i can feel normal
where i can be the me i wish i was all the time..."
"Buckle up, Teddy"...nice one Taker
No one hates me more than I hate myself
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I'm sorry, Satan, but no, my soul is not for sale. It's already owned by that man in the striped suit over there.
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"I'm going to make this pencil...DISAPPEAR!
-- The Joker
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