Act 1: Reckoning
Vinyl burns February skin.
A sticky valentine.
Handprint heat echoes
on cracked windows.
Your breath--
half prayer,
half epitaph.
Demons of the night
Dressed like angels,
......
You bring the cycles of destruction on us me
Framing false-heroes, and boosting your conceit,
You flash those cold-blue eyes, and grit your white teeth,
But I just get stronger with the hate you give.
The girl you once proposed under the cherry-blossom trees,
She's long gone, just be replaced with the epitome of bitter hatred,
The hate doesn't ebb, it multiplies, and comes with a greater force,
My crying was manipulation, and my sadness was seeking attention?
......
It Is not Death Most people are Afraid Of
But it is getting to the end of life only to realize
That you never truly lived
Most people On Their Dead Bed,
Don't regret the things they did
but the things they didn't do
The risks they never took
and Finally the dream they didn't pursue
So if I ask You today
will you last Words be ' If Only I had'
......
She awoke early one morning
To find herself alone in their bed...
She had gotten into another fight
With her boyfriend last night...
Over problems that were all in her head...
She looked in every room
Searching for her long lost lover...
They hadn’t really spoken in days
Her mind often away in a haze...
......
I’ll forgive myself
For loving you over me
When I needed love
For convincing you
That you were what I wanted
When I was unsure
For making conflict
When you deserved compassion
......
Onder die groen doringboom
het ek jou vir die eerste keer gesien.
Jy het daar gestaan
soos iets wat reeds lank aan my bekend was,
'n herinnering wat nog nie gebeur het nie.
Die son het tussen die dorings geval,
lig op jou hare,
skadu's op jou wange.
......
Act 1: Reckoning
Vinyl burns February skin.
A sticky valentine.
Handprint heat echoes
on cracked windows.
Your breath--
half prayer,
half epitaph.
Demons of the night
Dressed like angels,
......
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In de tuin van onze liefde,
waar ooit de bloemen bloeiden
en alles met innerlijke aandacht groeide,
hing de lucht stil van vertrouwen.
Jouw blik was toen nog thuis,
je handen nog bekend,
je woorden nog geworteld in waarheid.
Maar tussen de rozen
......
My biggest mistake
was loving you
with all the parts of me
I should have saved.
I gave you silence
when you needed truth,
patience
when you gave me distance,
hope
......