Features No 70-Waiting for the rain...

Aug 28, 201110 min read

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Published: Aug 28, 2011

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My holidays are over,my dearest friends!
So,I'm back with you at last!Missed you!!

I'm trying to catch up with you,
I'm browsing through your works ,
faving without comments this time,
in order to see as many as possible..
Forgive me for that,it's just till I fill the gap..

Here are some of the faves I collected yesterday!
I hope you like them as much as I did!

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Mature Content

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Sweet SolitudeSweet Solitude
A burning feeling is inside of me,
to vanish for a bit and not be seen.
Disappearing just for a while,
to lose myself and not be found.
A place where I can be alone;
where only silence can be heard.
The only sound will be the
beating of my aching heart.
Where there are no issues from life,
or drama from something going on.
Where I can hear the wind as it whispers to me.
Feeling its soft breath up against my skin,
as it slowly kisses me gently,
soothing my inner self as I listen to its sweet melody.
In this place where I sit,
alone and calm,
nothing else seems to matter
as time freezes and falls apart.
No phones that will ring,
or people who need me.
Especially the ones who don't
understand when I need to be
with just me.
Here I can sit and look at the water,
for time has stopped and is not moving forward.
I can see the ripples in the sea,
hearing it splash against the rocks ever so gracefully.
A soothing sound that is relaxing me.
Grains of sand run through my fingers,
l Suicide SeasonWe stare at broken clocks, the hands don't turn anymore
The days turn into nights, empty hearts and empty places
The day you lost him, I slowly lost you too
For when he died, he took a part of you
No time for farewells, no chances for goodbyes
No explanations, no fucking reasons why
I watched it eat you up, pieces fallen on the floor
We stare at broken clocks, the hands don't turn anymore
If only sorrow could build a staircase, or tears could show the way
I would climb my way to Heaven, and bring him back home again
Don't give up hope my friend, this is not the end
We stare at broken clocks, the hands don't turn anymore
The days turn into nights, empty hearts and empty places
The day you lost him, I slowly lost you too
For when he died, he took a part of you
Death is only a chapter
So let's rip out the pages of yesterday
Death is only a horizon
And I'm ready for my sun...
I'm ready for my sun to...
I'm ready for my sun...
I'm ready for my sun to set
This is suicide season!
If only sorr We Want What We Can't HaveWe want what we can't have
What we wish was there
What's there in our minds but not in real life
What we crave; our deepest desires
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Going back to work is not so wonderful,
but that's life,and we're happy if we have a work..

Have a great week and take care!