skeygeta , 22

Just some letters on a paper,
just some words in my mind,
just a reason for me , crying,
as I read them line by line 

I keep myself as a stranger,
when I'm walking down the street,
there is no feeling left to blame her,
she's got nothing left for me,

when she told me it was over,
and she drove away by car,
there is another man to love her,
other men are never far


and you will find me down,
somewhere lying,
with my face to the ground,
and when you find me down,
I'll say baby good luck,
well, at least i've given up...

something,
happend and she stoped her lovin'
throwing all away that's within,
and there was no chance to win her back...
I was runnin'
the words she said so stunnin'
soundin' like she was moanin'
until at least I've given up...

well outside it's maybe raining,
but inside my head it snows,
lovin her was entertaining,
while frustration steady growed,

empty bed results I'm lonley,
some nights I wake up and cry,
time will never change my soul bleeds,
20 years are passing by

now some letters on a paper,
now some words in my mind,
made this song of resegnation,
and a love I still remind

and you will find my down, 
somewhere lying,
with my face to the ground,
when you'll find me down,
I'll say baby good luck,
well at least i've given up...

something,
happend and she stoped her lovin'
throwing all away that's within,
and there was no chance to win her back...
I was runnin'
the words she said so stunnin'
soundin' like she was moanin'
until at least I've given up...



 

thousand miles up in the sky
there is a photo in my palm
with a face, a bleaching smile,
and my memories in the calm

When they called for heros name,
I packed the gun on my back,
I stacked my strength to fill my aim,
throwed away all that I had.

Now I jump down in a drain
which will swallow all our lifes
take the valor for a gain
with no hope for a survive

but my will keeps out the pain
I see men are running down
soaked and beaten by the strain
with their blood streams all around

and this hell will take us all,
all the brothers, all they carry
now I repent, little girl,
that i never asked to marry

As I lay down, face to sky,
there is a photo in my palm
shaking, dirty, far away,
driftingin my memorie's calm

( Nur ein Auszug aus einem Lied, das ich geschrieben habe. )


~~You fill my fate~~

You fill my fate
you fill my faith
hold on my breath
you lay on my place

you keep the smell
you keep it warm
i'm finding my rest
inside of your arms

with every heartbeat
i'm fading away
shiver on your sweet
skin as you lay

shiver on my skin
with every touch
spread in my feelings
you give me so much

you fill my fate
you fill my fate

 

my life was a broken dream
in a crumbled sea
build on nothing but empty illusions
and thoughts i never wanna to see again

you appeared me as a flying bird
took the man that was hurt
and gave him wings to fly to the sun
showed me things that i've never seen since then

you fill my fate
you fill my fate

you fill my fate
you fill my faith
i wish that you stay
completing empty space

you filled my heart
with some kind of love
i've never met
on my ways before

with every heartbeat
i need you some more
you stoped the heartbleed
opend up any door

you fill my fate
you fill my fate

...

Suchend schweifen meine Gedanken,

bis sie dich finden, dich wieder erkennen

und voll Sehsucht an die hängen.

Wie mich deine Augen fangen

klar und schön,

erstarrt mich halten

bis deine Wimpern wieder schlagen und die Blicke zu mir brechen.

Was du auch tust,

jede Regung,

jeder Atemzug lässt mich zittern,

mich begehren mehr als je zuvor.

Haltlos,

atemlos,

suche ich deine Nähe,

hilflos,

gedankenlos,

läuft mein Schritt ins Leere...

Leg deine Saat in meine Adern,
grab deine Wurzeln in mein Herz,
lass sie keimen, deine Triebe,
nähr sie vom Blut, bis es verzehrt.

Sauge fest an meinen Venen,
lass deine Ranken munter schlagen.
brich den Stolz aus meinen Genen,
bis deine Äste Früchte tragen.

Lasse deine Blätter wuchern,
bis die Haut wird blass und fahl,
mit dem Gift, füll meine Lungen,
dass der Atem schlägt zu Tal.

Stich der wilden Dornenküsse,
nimmt die süße, freche Scham,
von der Sinnflut deiner Düfte,
blüht mein Schoß dir glühend warm.

Festgezurrt sind deine Schlingen,
bis ins letzte Glied gekrochen,
wird die Saat zur Blüte bringen,
ist der Wille erst gebrochen.