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Let it be
Let it be
Let me love to be me
Let the sun show it's glow
Let the clouds carry snow
Let the earth praise the wind
Let people carry sins
Let the sky keep the colour blue
Let a poor man have another shoe
Let a sad woman feel love
Let the birds give birth to doves
Let me hear the words "I love you"
Let me answer "Oh, I love you too"
Let the sadness grow underweight
Let angels open the heaven's gate
Let devils die a dramatic death
Let the old ones take their last breath
Let priest tell you lies
Let the death take the last lives
Let people call out names
Let kids play violent games
Let young ones drive out hate
Let the nations partisipate
Let brokens hearts die
Let happy people cry
Let the fire burn
Let their backs turn
Let it be
Tonight I couldn't sleep
My dreams made me weep
Because of a handsome man I know
That filled my my soul with love
Is taken from me
Is it really ment to be?
NO! I cannot accept it!
I've forced myself through it
I'll crush that very one
That don't wan't me to become
A woman that loves a man
That does how much he can
To make it last forever
So they can be together
Oh, I can hear deamon wings
They're flapping while it sings:
"Oh foolish human, what have you become?
Do you really think that you're his beloved one?"
Before he could continue his praise
I slapped him in his face
I filled my lungs with air
And screamed like if he wasn't there
"Don't teach me, evil being
You can't learn by just seeing!
If you shut up and let me be
I'll tell you about it, maybe
But for now, I'm very sad
Because I've lost all I ever had
The fear of losing have scarred my heart
Don't touch it, because it'll fell apart!
I've crossed dark oceans and awful lands
And once I felled, I was stopped by hands
Life is but a DreamWe are just unnourished frail bodies,
overfed with white lies and short-lived-euphorias.
Books filled with black letters,
etching lurid images into our utmost dreams.
Veering us from the big picture...
the one we fail to paint ourselves.
Our fists much too busy with fights,
that we are bound to lose.
Too occupied in line waiting,
for creativity to be let loose like a stray dog.
As if we will find home in this pursuit of happiness...
but we only enclose each other in small rooms
with nothing but old laptops.
How many times I've guessed which letter could it be...
Which letter could it be?
To free us from havoc-stricken-thoughts?
They come and go, unending like 24 hour subway stations.
There's no break for this lonely man,
heaving every breathe of stale air
into my overused lungs...
Living in confined walls of flesh
held up with brittle paper-mache bones.
Which day is it that I will burst out from this cage of a life?
And hover with the Gods found in carefully binded bo
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A two-time Community Volunteer for the deviantART Related category, Anne is well-known as a positive, helpful force. She is the community's resident expert when it comes to CSS (Cascading Style Sheets), and her personal gallery offers a wide variety of tutorials for new and experienced coders alike. In addition, each winter she hosts a calendar project encouraging members to create Journal designs for all to use, bringing more creativity to the community.
It is with immense gratitude that we acknowledge Anne as the recipient of the Deviousness Award for October 2014. Read More