Nov 24, 2013, 9:58 AM  

Waves .. 

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I close my eyes, I see it all

I watch the ships coming to shore

I smell the salt. I feel the breeze

Making me tremble and shiver at ease

The dark grey clouds, the icy waves.

Those moments with you ended in a daze.

Your gentle touch, your soft brown eyes

Right next to you time always flies

Drip-drop, rain begins to fall

You're gone. I can't handle it all .

So what happens when we wake up at dawn?

We act like strangers ? We are now: you're gone

Thunder rumbles. Waves begin to crash

Tearing at the cliffs as you tore my heart in a slash

Why didn't you stay long enough to explain

Why are you making me endure all this pain

Lightning strikes, the wind begins to howl

I fall, wondering how you could be so foul

You're killing me, ripping me apart

You haven't heard me, but I've been screaming from the start

Another gust of wind tears at my black dresss

Catching my breath, freezing the air in my chest

I can't bear it. I'm going to explode from this pain

What wouldnt I do to hear you love me again

Did you really want to hurt me and lead me on

Is it possible to be so cold, are your feelings truly gone

Your shadow is chasing me, your name's on my tongue

I almost whispered it out loud, the pain makes me numb

The storm's gone, the first ray's of sunshine hit shore

Tears are falling thickly down my cheeks once more

I crumble, chills running down my spine

Maybe the world is againt you... being mine?

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  • Не мога да разбера негативизма относно творбите на английски... Ех, какъв е този сарказъм, не преживяхме ли миналите времена вече... не може ли всеки да се изразява на какъвто език иска?! Вместо да се подкрепяме...
  • Е-е-ех... Па да вземе дядо Вазов да стане от гроба и да види, какви хубави английски кукувичета е нараждала, възпяваната от него майка България - има да се чуди за какъв ли чьорт е възхвалявал богатството на българския език, когато това племе прекрасно може да твори най-паче на шекспировия!

    P.S. За какво ли им трябваше на българските възрожденци да бунят рахатлъка на османската империя и да създават наново българска държава?
  • Това не са бели стихове (blank verse).
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