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You've made me thee man i used to be,
but slowly I'm sinking, and ask "is this me?"
Quickly drifting on vast ocean tides,
destination unknown, where are those times.
Did you know you've made me half the man
i used to be. I thought you knew me,
but you couldn't see.
I'am sailing rudderless in the act of god
Hoping that i strand on a bank of mud.
I am what i am, and i know my name,
there's no one that can change my game.
To turn the sails you need at least, a little
brease from the west heading east...
Perfect LiePerfect Lie
Wrap me up in your unfaithful lie,
your deceitful touch hunts me at night.
Tell me we'll be together until we die,
and I know you lie, but it feels so right...
Leave me in sorrow in this desolate place
and use me, abuse me with all your passion.
Dreaming of you is a near mind blowing grace,
so just for one night, it'll be our discretion.
Your touch as smooth as dutch velvet
your kisses as strong as mercury.
And underneath this starlight we'll be perfect,
as perfect as it can ever be... Perfect fantasy.
Le Marquis 2005
Last goodbye, for all I've done,
you've lost what you once won.
Spoken words left unsaid,
leave me... In my cold, cold bed.
There are reasons so unreal,
Once! The truth will reveal.
Silent needs left undone,
Leave me... From all the fun.
Your dreams so unwise,
soon your pain will rise.
I was the the angel behind your pray,
I've to find love my way.
last goodbye, now I go,
I'll leave you in your own puppet-show.
I revealed myself into you,
I loved you... If you only knew!
LE MARQUIS 2005
I Belong To You I hate rain. Not really, I love it. Just not when the most beautiful, perfect, wonderful, perfect, comfortable, waterproof, perfect coat in existence has been savagely butchered by my so-called friend’s Dalmatian. Every slap of rain on my naked arms is a stinging reminder of the irreparable hole in my wardrobe.
Some people might try to fill the void with lesser coats but I can’t bring myself to betray Valentino, even after her death. Instead my slippery arms grapple with each other in wet shock as I stumble to the op shop, clinging to one last thread of hope. I know in my deadened heart that I’ll never have another coat like her. Yet here I am, blundering through the elements in my vain search for the acceptance and warmth I found wrapped in Valentino’s woollen sleeves.
Thud. My body slams into the door, making the ‘open’ sign quiver and the bells tinkle in offense. I fight for entry, the door’s assault doubled by the stale funk of
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