tick tack the clock is ticking
tok, dok, fingernails flicking
and yet every effort to hasten time
is as ludicrous,
tantalizing one's mind
to you, my child
I must confide
that purple rain
in summer skies
is the smallest of your mother's lies
swear to me,
make this oath,
never settle for just a loaf
there's more to life than eyes can tell
an ample amount of secrets, stories
and hell
why provoke an angry bear?
I say
let them feast in their own despair.
your unworthiness might fade away
forget your inadequance
for just one day.
never get a bruise or a scratch
one's heart suffers the most,
without match
my heart is pierced
and my soul is weak
I have no apprehension to what I seek.
how ironic, that tonic,
that should make us able
is the main source
of me being distable.
my life is a fable,
I fail to see,
what in fact is reality.
pray you won't end up like me.
I sing my story out aloud,
out in the crowd
though sometimes I shout,
forcing ignorants to acknowledge me
talk to me, have pity on me.
seldom do they dare to stop
too busy to manifest
in this city of eternal stress
damn this city for it's indifference
"tis a shame she ruined her life",
they say
"or is it just a blur
to get things done her way?"
for just one day
I wish to see
kindness dwell in human beings
misery is underrated
the faculties of pain often hated
paint your sorrows
black and blue
then black again
till you apprehend,
how futile is your pain's content
tok, dok, fingernails flicking
and yet every effort to hasten time
is as ludicrous,
tantalizing one's mind
to you, my child
I must confide
that purple rain
in summer skies
is the smallest of your mother's lies
swear to me,
make this oath,
never settle for just a loaf
there's more to life than eyes can tell
an ample amount of secrets, stories
and hell
why provoke an angry bear?
I say
let them feast in their own despair.
your unworthiness might fade away
forget your inadequance
for just one day.
never get a bruise or a scratch
one's heart suffers the most,
without match
my heart is pierced
and my soul is weak
I have no apprehension to what I seek.
how ironic, that tonic,
that should make us able
is the main source
of me being distable.
my life is a fable,
I fail to see,
what in fact is reality.
pray you won't end up like me.
I sing my story out aloud,
out in the crowd
though sometimes I shout,
forcing ignorants to acknowledge me
talk to me, have pity on me.
seldom do they dare to stop
too busy to manifest
in this city of eternal stress
damn this city for it's indifference
"tis a shame she ruined her life",
they say
"or is it just a blur
to get things done her way?"
for just one day
I wish to see
kindness dwell in human beings
misery is underrated
the faculties of pain often hated
paint your sorrows
black and blue
then black again
till you apprehend,
how futile is your pain's content
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Vanhimmat
laitan tämän talteen. upea!
wau, kiitos palautteesta!!! tein tuon runon enkun ylppäreitä varten jotta oppisin muutaman uuden sanakirjasta poimitun sanan ;)
Aivan upea runo, kerrassaan. Englanninkielen taitoni eivät ole sieltä parhaimmasta päästä, mutta eipä se juuri haitannut lukemista, jatka samaa rataa :D