There's a place I go to
Where no one knows me
It's not lonely
It's a necessary thing
It's a place I made up
Find out what I'm made of
The nights are stayed up
Counting stars and fighting sleep
There's a place I'm going
No one knows me
If I breathe real slowly
Let it out and let it in
They can be terrifying
To be slowly dying
Also clarifying
The end where we begin
When we stood watching the sunset at Drumpellier Park, all that flashed through my mind were my years in Ukraine. I used to watch the sunset there and enjoy the peace and quiet that flowed, the freedom to enjoy nature in its simplest form. It was pure, neat, and calm.
Even though the story is still heavy, I plan to share what those last days in Ukraine felt like and the closure that telling my story might give. One day I will share it all, but for now, I will be thinking of the place I used to be, where no one knew me. It wasn’t lonely; it was necessary, and I loved it there.
Where no one knows me
It's not lonely
It's a necessary thing
It's a place I made up
Find out what I'm made of
The nights are stayed up
Counting stars and fighting sleep
Let it wash over me
Ready to lose my feet
Take me off to the place where one reviews life's mystery
Steady on down the line
Lose every sense of time
Take it all in and wake up that small part of me
Day to day I'm blind to see
And find how far
To go
Ready to lose my feet
Take me off to the place where one reviews life's mystery
Steady on down the line
Lose every sense of time
Take it all in and wake up that small part of me
Day to day I'm blind to see
And find how far
To go
There's a place I'm going
No one knows me
If I breathe real slowly
Let it out and let it in
They can be terrifying
To be slowly dying
Also clarifying
The end where we begin
Everybody got their reason
Everybody got their way
We're just catching and releasing
What builds up throughout the day
It gets into your body
And it flows right through your blood
We can tell each other secrets
Everybody got their way
We're just catching and releasing
What builds up throughout the day
It gets into your body
And it flows right through your blood
We can tell each other secrets
And remember how to love
When we stood watching the sunset at Drumpellier Park, all that flashed through my mind were my years in Ukraine. I used to watch the sunset there and enjoy the peace and quiet that flowed, the freedom to enjoy nature in its simplest form. It was pure, neat, and calm.
Even though the story is still heavy, I plan to share what those last days in Ukraine felt like and the closure that telling my story might give. One day I will share it all, but for now, I will be thinking of the place I used to be, where no one knew me. It wasn’t lonely; it was necessary, and I loved it there.
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To my faraway lover, I am jealous of the love I have for you.
Far away you are but closer to my soul as a fall deeply in love with you.
You go away in the morning, saying little or no words, time is jealous of us.
With my heart missing you and my body yearning for your love
I wait patiently under the orange tree.
As the evening draws near my heart skips hearing the sound of your footsteps.
That's my lover, coming back to me.
Happy I am again.
By Melody Jacob
Slowly we tend to understand vanity.
She comes in the shoes
The glistering dresses hanging in our closets..
Vanity!!
You long for her.
But she's never enough.
She takes over your mind, your thoughts..
So you long for more of her
Even when you think you have had enough of her,
She's never enough.
When we are gone she doesn't stop stop to mourn us
But moves on to the next one.
A slut she is
Full of vague beauty, temptation,
False hope of satisfaction.
We do anything for vanity
We forget that vanity moves on.
MIMI ESSIEN
She comes in the shoes
The glistering dresses hanging in our closets..
Vanity!!
You long for her.
But she's never enough.
She takes over your mind, your thoughts..
So you long for more of her
Even when you think you have had enough of her,
She's never enough.
When we are gone she doesn't stop stop to mourn us
But moves on to the next one.
A slut she is
Full of vague beauty, temptation,
False hope of satisfaction.
We do anything for vanity
We forget that vanity moves on.
MIMI ESSIEN
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