One night to be confused One night to speed up truth We had a promise made Four hands and then away Both under influence We had divine sense To know what to say Mind is a razorblade
To call for hands of above to lean on Wouldn't be good enough for me, no
One night of magic rush The start - a simple touch One night to push and scream And then relief Ten days of perfect tunes The colors red and blue We had a promise made We were in love
To call for hands of above to lean on Wouldn't be good enough for me, no To call for hands of above to lean on Wouldn't be good enough for me, oh
And you, you knew the hand of a devil And you kept us awake with wolves teeth Sharing different heartbeats in one night
To call for hands of above to lean on Wouldn't be good enough for me, no To call for hands of above to lean on Wouldn't be good enough for me, oh
To speak about the photo, in and of itself, I must say that I sense that she has life experience ennough to know how to handle herself. Yet, the rejection and loneliness that she portrays is evident. She has walked into the moon lit room to be alone with her feelings. So she can figure out what she feels and how to react to them. The light orbs surrounding her, to me, are an extention of her. Her feelings were able to bring them into existance because she is indeed a magical person. The poem itself is a powerful message. Love is a powerful thing for both men and women. The poem itself made me think that she put all of her love into one person and that person had hurt her. It may have been from an arguement, it may have been from both of them maturing into different people, it culd mean so many different things. Yet, in the end she is still hurt and feels along in the world.
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