Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Sunday, October 13, 2019
Friday, March 29, 2019
Rag'n'Bone Man - Skin (Live from the BRITs 2018) ft. Jorja Smith
When I heard that sound
When the walls came down
I was thinking about you
About you
When my skin grows old
When my breath runs cold
I'll be thinking about you
About you
Seconds from my heart
A bullet from the dark
Helpless, I surrender
Shackled by your love
Holding me like this
With poison on your lips
Only when it's over
The silence hits so hard
'Cause it was almost love, it was almost love
It was almost love, it was almost love
When I heard that sound
When the walls came down
I was thinking about you
About you
When my skin grows old
When my breath runs cold
I'll be thinking about you
About you
When I run out of air to breathe
It's your ghost I see
I'll be thinking about you, about you
It was almost love, it was almost...
We bleed ourselves in vain
How tragic is this game?
Turn around, I'm holding on to someone
But the love is gone
Carrying the load, with wings that feel like stone
Knowing that we nearly fell so far now
It's hard to tell
Yeah we came so close, it was almost love
It was almost love, it was almost love
When I heard that sound
When the walls came down
I was thinking about you
About you
When my skin grows old
When my breath runs cold
I'll be thinking about you
About you
When I run out of air to breathe
It's your ghost I see
I'll be thinking about you, about you
I reached out for your hand
When the walls were caving in
But I see you on the other side
We can try all over again
When I heard that sound
When the walls came down
I was thinking about you
About you
When my skin grows old
When my breath runs cold
I'll be thinking about you
About you
When I run out of air to breathe
It's your ghost I see
I'll be thinking about you, about you
'Cause it was almost love, it was almost love
It was almost love, it was almost love
Thursday, September 24, 2015
George Ellington: dust
George Ellington: dust:
the besmeared merchant sighs his dilapidated stall shivering even from the weight of the dust that covers his trivial wares usele...
Read this beautiful poem.
What do you think , the massage is?
the besmeared merchant sighs his dilapidated stall shivering even from the weight of the dust that covers his trivial wares usele...
Read this beautiful poem.
What do you think , the massage is?
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