Making Sense

  In this world, where we are Nothing but some tiny art Thinking and counting stars Where ever and whatever we are We don’t care about the scars When we are being dragged apart Into the abyss of broken hearts We are dreaming back to the start.     © An Empty Glass, 2016     Advertisements

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A New Life

Dreaming to discover a new place I am searching for another world in this crowd People say I am lost, but I think I am just found I think I did lose my mind since I fell on the ground Howling like a hound, going round and round But wait, I think I am going … Continue reading

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Eternalness

Holding hands we have crossed these miles You and I, just you and I Miles apart yet deep into each other’s hearts We have been in love, eternal love Dreaming of dreams of us Picturing the life, the jest fullness We have been here and there What is life without you? I wonder Of who … Continue reading

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Growing Old, Thinking Young!

On this journey we have come so far Growing old and thinking young Breathing the air so fresh, the one that never ends You and I stand here, dreaming for us both Sometimes from a distance, sometimes when we are close Life for us has been amazing Like one door swinging open but the other … Continue reading

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Like I was Always Here

The urge to cry, a smile of shy Walking up to my face, a search of a new race Rings of fire, the unquenched desire Wine of thought, the lust so lost I am here like I was before Like I was always here Dreaming of the feelings, the emotions of soul Running to catch … Continue reading

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Three nights

Three nights of three wonderful smiles A drop of sugar and the world goes rhyme How much did you drink tonight? Not much, a few of that and a few of this I smile, thinking of my abyss Rolling on to the floor then I laugh This world and its magical stars My future and … Continue reading

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A Beautiful Life

Here we are impatient and reckless Sitting by the moon, dreaming of us Counting stars and these endless hours It’s strange and amazing as it gets Sailing on this boat of love We are already sinking to the lust This sensualness is prime on our mind Like neutrons we are ready to collide I am … Continue reading

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