Some thoughts sometimes may
Seem to be tinted in black and grey
Fed by our derisory hope and illusion
And things that throw us into confusion.
Things that we seldom talk about
Like true emotions
And feelings beyond doubt...
Beyond pride, recognition and glory,
The last question at the end of the story,
Remains "how about running away?",
Despite the fear of going astray ...
Some nights sometimes may
Seem to be not black enough nor grey
Fed by our spleen and something like
A tear dropping from a fading candle light...
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I like very much ..
But .. If I may !
I would see something like this ..
Less of the words .. things .. somethings ..
I dunno ....
Here is a simple suggestion ... (done rapidly!)
Sometimes some thoughts may,
be tinted in black and grey
Desirory hope of an illusion
pushing me/us deeper into confusion
Seldom if ever do we talk about
emotions, feelings, beyond doubt
pride, recognition or glory
Unspoken words of an untold story
How about just running away
Despite the fear of going astray
Sometimes some nights may,
not be black enough nor grey,
As the spleen of a tear dropping,
from a fading candle light.
Once again, great work ! As usual ..
:)
Hi Aychu! I like your version a lot. Kinda it's got a better tempo, indeed.
Thank you for dropping by. I missed you dude! :)
Hey ...
I gave it a little more thought .. the end wasn't so great !
Here it goes:
Sometimes some thought may,
be tinted in black and grey
Desirory hope of an illusion
pushing me/us deeper into confusion
Seldom if ever do we talk about
emotions, feelings, beyond doubt
pride, recognition or glory
Unspoken words of an untold story
How about just running away
Despite the fear of going astray
Sometimes some nights may,
not be black enough nor grey,
As the spleen of a dropping tear,
A litten candle its end would fear!
Hmmmmmmmm ...
not tha t much still !!
:)
How are you girl ?
I see that you are still writing ! Great !
Lovely work !
How is life ??
Cheers! :)
I missed you sweets !
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