I thought I saw the devil
This morning
Looking in the mirror, drop of rum on my tongue
With the warning
To help me see myself clearer
I never meant to start a fire
I never meant to make you bleed
I’ll be a better man today
I’ll be good, I’ll be good
And I’ll love the world, like I should
Yeah, I’ll be good, I’ll be good
For all of the time
That I never could
My past has tasted bitter
For years now
So I wield an iron fist
Grace is just weakness
Or so I’ve been told
I’ve been cold, I’ve been merciless
But the blood on my hands scares me to death
Maybe I’m waking up today
For all of the light that I shut out
For all of the innocent things that I doubt
For all of the bruises I’ve caused and the tears
For all of the things that I’ve done all these years
And all
Yeah, for all of the sparks that I stomped out
For all of the perfect things that I doubt
I’ll be good, I’ll be good
For all of the times I never could
All of the times I never could.

Just Wondering… #2


Love Letter of Josephine Kennedy

Love Letter of Josephine Kennedy

Dear bloggers,

What is your opinion on love in the 21st century?

Last night was exhausting. Perhaps the hot weather and my lack of sleep consumed all the energy in my body. I couldn’t escape though from my mind’s obsessive questions. I decided to have my own trial, respect every law of nature and give my own verdict in the end. It was a trial about my emotional condition but the last thing I remember is arguing about romanticists. I suppose the temptation to close my eyes and sleep conquered me. So, I am asking you. Have your own trial and give me your verdict.