Tabula RasaTabula Rasa by PassionGrace
"Can you feel the breeze, my little child?
Can you taste the air, my winter child?"
Just like the roses yearning for the sky
Like the passion lying in fields of rye
Strangled by thorns and withered vines
Under the dying sun they pine
All hopes crushed beneath their silent cry
All spark in life but fade to die
And when the world ends in decay
When the holiest man ceases to pray
You will realize your life's in vain
All mortal pain, no mortal gain
The gentlest heart now led astray
Night's lullaby lost in the day
"What if all that you believed in was wrong,
Everything you lived by was all a lie?
What if how you separated good and evil,
The right and the wrong,
Was all, but a storybook of pure fiction?
What if your religion was a lie?
What if everything you stood for was an illusion?
What if the morals you live by weren't true?
What if everything you learnt since you were a child,
Was just fed to you, from a soulless machine to another?
A child full of innocence, led astray
Is It Love?If I hugged you,Is It Love? by brokenxbeauty
would you never let go?
If I kissed you,
would you cherish that moment?
If I reached for your hand,
would you take mine gently?
If I needed a shoulder,
would you let me cry on yours?
If I needed to talk,
would you really listen?
If I needed to scream,
would you do it with me?
If I needed to go,
would you come with me?
If I fell for you,
would you catch me?
or just let me hit the pavement?
Sweet Nothing- Florence Welsh and Calvin HarrisYou took my heart and you held it in your mouthSweet Nothing- Florence Welsh and Calvin Harris by hopesolofan1
And, with a word all my love came rushing out
And, every whisper, it's the worst, emptied out by a single word
There is a hollow in me now
It isn't easy for me to let it go
I've swallow every single word
Every whisper, every sigh
Eats away at this heart of mine
And there is a hollow in me now
Break it down... dubstep
california and carolinayou remind me of butterflies and buttonscalifornia and carolina by rachel-rhapsody
lying on a hotel bed, alone
the songs i wrote for you on the bus;
they'll remain unread
you filled my lungs with carbon monoxide
and watercolour paintings of california,
chicago and carolina
anywhere but here
you drank my whiskey from a paper cup
and whispered to me that i was a little china doll
with plastic hair and glass eyes;
fragile and without a heart
i washed all of your clothes
so they didn't smell of you any more
i thought maybe then i'd be able to forget
the direction that your hair grows
your hummingbird died, too
but i promise i kept it company;
listened to it as it sung
and i hummed it hallelujah when it didn't
i still have your watercolour paintings on my wall,
because i know that you're finally
somewhere but here
even if you are without me