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Gold tainted lillies
and drooling lakes of desire,
the weeping willows
and endless breeze
make for a perfect afternoon
That which is dark
holds the story most profound
light is too obvious and tame
and too easily found

even love is hidden
in the heart's dark labyrinth
the owner lives in this mystery
and often wishes not to look within
It calms me when I’m restless with stress.
It gives me peace amidst all the chaos of the world.
It soothes me during times of suffering.
It becomes my silent savior — especially when I feel lonely, even in a crowd.

The deep, meaningful lyrics...
The mood-lifting tunes...
A singer’s soulful voice...
The vibe...
The magic created by instruments blending in harmony…

Everything about it speaks to my soul.
Yes, for me — music is not just sound, it’s an emotion.
When words fail, music speaks — straight to the soul.
If i could weave the words of love for you on a fabric, the unending stitching of your name will be fluent in the language of my heart's rose is lighted with the devotion of your glance that is ablaze, touch me closer now, oh brooding one of the night, for I am your moon with the healing light.
I tell myself lies
To protect my ego
Twist what I know
Ignore the bruise on my pride
I tell myself lies
You enjoy my poetry
You feel very flattered by me
You may not care to see
Or even know me
But I tell myself lies
I pretend to believe
The girl with the ginger hair
I saw her in my dream
Like an angel from the heavens
Eyes green like the wild
and
Hair flowing in the wind

I hope she remembers me when i’m gone

The Girl With The Ginger Hair
for Imogen Elizabeth Grant
A familiar longing haunts me,
for a face I've never seen,
a body I've never held
and a mind I've never known.
Dear stranger,
I have never met you before
never seen you smile
never held your hands
never looked in your eyes

To me, you are just a stranger
nothing else at all
then why do you
not feel like a stranger at all?

I have never seen your face before
never seen your eyes
yet I feel like I know
your soul
and everything inside

So tell me, why is this so
is it because we are
not strangers at all..?
In your dreams
you're a different person
could it be this-
that you prefer that version?
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