I got a moody fixation into writing and reading as well. My blog called Paris Blue - an expression used to designate something that happens very rarely. A strike of emotions that comes suddenly or happen out of the blue. You always think before you speak and act and do everything at your own pace in your own time. You take time to process and share your feelings. It has a need for order and direction in its life, A colour that seeks peace and tranquillity above everything.
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Tuesday, February 18, 2014
Hanging High
Oh, thunder in my heart
These razors cutting sharp
And leaves me with an ever bleeding scar
So soft, so suddenly
So that I cannot breathe
I'm drawn into a circle painted black
Oh, I'm hanging high
Oh, won't you let me down?
Back where I started at
You know I'm a little lost
And when it hurts the most
I'll push a little more
I'm back where I started at
You know I'm a little lost
Like lightning in my heart
A kiss so burning hot
I'm hanging on a thread that's bound to drop
Like rain on open skies
Don't know the reason why
But I'll always choose the black in front of white
Oh, I'm hanging high
Oh, won't you let me down?
Back where I started at
You know I'm a little lost
And when it hurts the most
I'll push a little more
I'm back where I started at
You know I'm a little lost
Oh, I'm hanging high
Oh, won't you let me down?
Back where I started at
When it hurts the most
I'll push a little more
I'm back where I started at
Do not fall in love with the people like me.
I will take you to movies,cafes',museums,parks
and kiss you in every beautiful places we go,
so that you can never go back to them without tasting us
like blood in your mouth.I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible.
And when I leave, you will finally understand, why storms are named after people. ¬ Gabriel Gadly
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