Romeo_The_Poet Take it one day at a time.Good Time Toads, Midnight... Goodnight... Sometimes words are not enough. Sometimes I don't like them being here. Sometimes I wish I could say it all, Say it all but without a word. Just with a smile, Being able to show all my pain. But sometimes I feel lonely. Because there are too many evils, Because words do way too much. But neither silence nor long speeches are heard by others... Neither seen nor heard, I feel alone among all these others.
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This silence comes from what others don't listen to me.""Paint me! A sky with your kisses; And make me dream that I have wings; that your smiles are the caresses that warm up my soul. Take me away! On the edge of your longings. Where! Your desire Breathe my name; Where! ñ11ñññ The craving What are you wearing your hell; drink the honey of my sweet Glory. copyright * Ana CorreaSee originalRate this translation
So silence. Alone with myself is like wandering. This hurricane of evil in my being... This omnipresence of words in my head. Tortured by this false and empty silence. Tortured by this urge to scream beyond the emptiness. Because if there is silence it's not that I don't scream, This silence comes from what others don't listen to me.
Romeo_The_Poet Take it one day at a time.Good Time Toads, Midnight... Goodnight... Sometimes words are not enough. Sometimes I don't like them being here. Sometimes I wish I could say it all, Say it all but without a word. Just with a smile, Being able to show all my pain. But sometimes I feel lonely. Because there are too many evils, Because words do way too much. But neither silence nor long speeches are heard by others... Neither seen nor heard, I feel alone among all these others.
So silence. Alone with myself is like wandering. This hurricane of evil in my being... This omnipresence of words in my head. Tortured by this false and empty silence. Tortured by this urge to scream beyond the emptiness. Because if there is silence it's not that I don't scream, This silence comes from what others don't listen to me.R. Kelly -
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