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Datum rođenja:+19.7.1993+
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Our Love
Loves memory has traced our outline in this place.
But will the spider remember, or the sun?
Did the water capture our faces in permanence?
Does the wind create us anew as it blows?
Did the shadows from the trees record our passage beneath them?
Our secret been revealed.
Yet I have told no other.
I write these words in silence, in mute testimony
To what once was.
But our image remains alive in this place.
It can not be removed.
You, me,
We then,
Were here.
We saw the day and hoped for tomorrow.
We caught a brief glimpse of love's promise.
We were not liars,
But thieves of time.
For now time has now forgotten us,
Yet our memory lingers, and love remembers
This place that was ours.
Falling Away
I am bored with love
and it's passionless limbs
that drape over my bed
in a lethargic state of impotence
while wearing the same red heart
my soul picked up hitchhiking
off highway serendipity
Now here we are
alone in togetherness
trying to build dreams
with two by fours and glue,
but even a home
won't tie us together
when our hearts live alone
Poetic vows cliched
into nothingness
like all words do, eventually
and we allowed
our bodies to become
another pair of hollow shadows
that make love to a wall
instead of each other
and we wonder why
the roses are dying
Your Lies
Funny when things never change
Even when you say they will
But while your off s(rewing her
My life is standing still
You tell me that you love me
When I go to leave
You tell me I'm your only one
And I let myself believe
I know that you are using me
But you'll never let me go
I know that you don't love me
I know I'm just for show
I don't know If I can stand
To see you love another girl
You know that you broke my heart
You know that your my world
But while your standing by my side
I'll believe your lies forever
Cause everything seems so perfect
When we are together
Autumn Times
Autumn breeze frigidly touches ailing dreadful lives
Harshly darkness quietly surrounds the broken souls
Mellow serenades that once played between hearts
Pathetically have transformed into bitter sad songs
Somewhere beyond the flossy clouds
Cupid has lost his romancing arrows
Plays sad sonorous tunes on his bow
Dedicated to all weepy lonely hearts
Howling chilly wind blows through the mist
Sounds of sorrow spread allover the place
Fuzzy humid air submerges the inner lust
Lives decay slowly as the autumn leaves fall...
Evo mene društvo...Vratila sam se...Imam jednu pjesmu koju sam napisala za Darkmana prije par dana,zaista se svima sviđa,pa eto...A on jedva čeka da je pročita pa eto...
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Miris kiše...
Znam da je sličan mirisu tvoje kože...
Te kapi...
Miluju me...Stojim vani...
Tako bi me milovao i ti...
Zvuk grmljavine je glasan poput riječi kojima te dozivam duboko u sebi...
Da smo barem sada zajedno...
Stajali bi vani na kiši...
Zagrljeni...
Ni ta otupljena hladnoća nam ne bi smetala...
Napokon bi se obistinile riječi kojima si mi opisao svoju želju...
I sada sklapam oči...Zamišljam da si tu...
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Dodirujem ti kožu....Mokru od kiše...
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Predajem ti se bez imala straha...
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Osmjeh mi svako malo zatitra
Iz sna me prenula grmljavina...
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Stojim sama u stavrnosti...
Grlim vlažan zrak a ne tebe ljubavi...
Ne dodiruješ me ti nego hladan vjetar...
Ne ljubiš me ti nego mi kapi kiše klize niz usne,,,,
Nema te...
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