I have been robbed of life. I have been robbed of time.
The danger I have brushed, the skin I have touched,
The dreams I have dreamt, the words I have meant,
The hope I have felt, the lies I have dealt,
The lips I have kissed, the moments I have missed.
All this and so much more.
Life torn at the seams, hope torn from its dreams.
But does this mean...
The danger I will brush, the skin I will touch,
The dreams I will dream, the words I will mean,
The hope I will feel, the lies I will deal,
The lips I will kiss, the moments I will miss...
I am so angry, so lost, so upset.
This is a time I shall never forget.
I have been robbed.
I have been robbed of life. I have been robbed of time.
But all this life, all this time...
Can you tell me, it is all worth waiting for?
Could it mean so much more than it did before?
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My Own Tangle of Thorns
Şiir'Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, exhibit number one is what the seraphs, the misinformed, simple, noble-winged seraphs, envied. Look at this tangle of thorns.' I have always loved this quote. I have always loved Lolita. How the cruellest things i...
