Stares As u can stare...
try to find a glance..
you'll see, nothing
look at the pride covered hates,,
shinning a loud
yes,,,thats what you'll see..
her different eyes,,
shows me something hide,,
little unwell...
she's not mad..
never act..
but they say she's stranger
She walks as she fells the winds,,
she enjoys every second,,every breaths..
she knows,,If it ends ,,,She'll never regrets a things
I saw fears,,
doubt
scare...
But she said fine//
watched the blooms,,
ignore other's hates
fell the winds..
out of typical
she's different..
her eyes
try to find a glance..
you'll see, nothing
look at the pride covered hates,,
shinning a loud
yes,,,thats what you'll see..
her different eyes,,
shows me something hide,,
little unwell...
she's not mad..
never act..
but they say she's stranger
She walks as she fells the winds,,
she enjoys every second,,every breaths..
she knows,,If it ends ,,,She'll never regrets a things
I saw fears,,
doubt
scare...
But she said fine//
watched the blooms,,
ignore other's hates
fell the winds..
out of typical
she's different..
her eyes
i always thought, and i always knew
i would end up here with you
i was a restless wanderer on a distant path
you were a lonely dreamer with a broken laugh
i would go anywhere the road would lead
my hopes and dreams is all that i would need
i don't need a house or fancy cars
i would rather sleep underneath the stars
you didn't have much to call your own
but what a lovely smile on your face shown
you said your chance at love had past you by
i told I'm here so don't you cry
our lives were like the pieces of a broken heart
now that we're together what a life could start
there was magic in the air that night
everything was moving at the speed of light
you were like my Juliet and i your romeo
you love me i love you that's all i need to know
no longer will you dream of love that's true
no longer will i wander my search has led to you
Take this kiss upon the brow !
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream,
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone ?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand
How few ! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep while I weep!
O God ! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp ?
O God ! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave ?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream ?