One Last Time

As I pack my bag

I only ask

That you say

You love me

 

I won’t stay

Tomorrow will be too late

I’ll leave

I’m not that naive

 

I won’t come back

So please, I beg

Won’t you tell me you love me

One last time

 

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Yesterday

Yesterday you told me

That you love me.

You gave me a rose;

As long as it grows

Our love will too.

But you knew.

As all roses wither,

Love dies quicker.

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Shadows

In that cruel world

The shadows twirled.

 

They danced around

Stomping the ground.

Their laughter, taunting.

Their faces, haunting.

But their eyes;

Images of paradise.

 

 

 

 

Fate

The dark angel

With raven wings

That cut deep into my sins

 

The bright angel

With the porcelain wings

That flutter when the wind sings

 

The prince calls

The crow falls

 

The opened gates

Await our fates

The fallen skies

All evil pulverize

 

 

Brasília

 

The planned city

Looked upon with such pity

 

The city of illusion

Beautiful persecution

 

The city of glass

Sky of brass

 

The city of green

Smeared with kerosene

 

The city of diversity

Filled with such perversity

Lullaby

I can escape

With blame

There is no shame

 

After all these years

I realized

My life is a lie

 

My brain I sedate

And the final goodbye

A simple lullaby

In Quiet Rooms

Your eyes are what I remember most

Those warm, happy eyes

That drowned in lies

 

Your laughter echoes around in my thoughts

That contagious laughter

That ended up in disaster

 

In quiet rooms we talked

Our words dimming in silence

Like deposed tyrants

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