Tuesday, 5 May 2015


A day without you 
Is like a 24 hours
Without the sun
So void like avoid
So toyed like deployed
Faint like no saint
Chained like emotional pain
World so small yet so tall
Screams I call, all the fall
A peace once, I boldly roar
Now swiftly, I sadly saw
Gently, a fade-away, my heart it plough
I am soul-sick
Yeah! So sick
Come down and pick
O heaven's palm
And bring back me, my calm
Consume my whole with psalms
And make clear my soul of ramps

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