Waiting for the rain to come. Waiting for the sun. Waiting for happiness, waiting for fun. Waiting for the boredom to pass, whilst laying upon the grass, waiting for my love, waiting to feel the beating of my heart, when you come. Waiting to look into your eyes, waiting to be mesmerised, waiting for you…
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Waiting for love
A home, a home alone, looking out the window from the third floor, looking out across the palm trees in the garden, looking out to the ocean, the ocean as beautifully blue as can be, and watching the boats sail by, watching the birds fly, watching the people on the shore, and enjoying the peace…
Waitin’
Rundown buildings, drab and dreary, rain-soaked streets, car fumes up to here, making me sick, whilst waitin' around here, in the noise, with not much cheer, whilst waitin' for the bus out of here, with the rubbish rolling down the street, whilst drinking beer, drinking beer, yes, it is a waste of time for the…
Wage a war
Wage, wage a war. Build such machines that can kill faster than before. Yes, wage, wage a war, destroy the cities and the countryside, and the people quicker than before. Wage, wage a war, rebuild a country and bring peace and happiness forevermore? Wage, wage a war, disagree once more, and once more, wage, wage…
Vying for attention
There you sit dressed so beautifully, there you sit vying for attention. There you sit looking at me from across the room, but I am too drunk to see, too drunk to see and you want attention, and you are the most beautiful thing that I have seen, that I have seen, but I am…
Void
I stare out into the void, now will anything ever be the same? For such anguish has brought me low, and tortured me, and brought me such mental pain, and tears fill my eyes, and I linger a while, and I ponder such thoughts of despair that remain, because I have suffered such hurt, that…
Vocation
What a vocation is life. Yes, to live and to breathe, and to experience and to feel, and to travel the world, and explore with the imagination, the hearing, the mind, and the eyes. What a great thing it is, to experience things that you have never experienced before, and oh, what a vocation is…
Vivacious and loquacious
You are vivacious and loquacious, and with your airs and your graces, in your eyes there is a light, and, in your smile, there is a tenderness, and it is a beautiful thing, for your warmth it welcomes me so gently, and soothingly as so finely you sing, but from whence you came I do…
Visions
Visions, dreams, awakenings, temptations, and tantalisations, and sensualities and liberation, liberation from the stresses of the day, sat in a chair, or laid in a bed, a great escape to nowhere, to somewhere, to elsewhere, elsewhere away from the daily grind, the daily grind that disturbs your mind, for which you do not care, yes,…
Violins
The violins do in sympathy play for thee, for your tears reflect the sadness, and the failures of the world, and you carry the world’s problems, upon your shoulders with gravitas and openly, yes, the violins do play for thee, for you are of such a heart, and your passion is clear for all to…
