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Endless hopeUnder the sunrise, a new day begins.
The marking of change, the marking of hope.
I hold onto a dream, a face within my mind.
The face of my happiness, the face of my hope.
In the twilight of the dawn, I feel warmth.
The warmth of memories, the warmth of hope.
Time will continue, and run it's course.
Bringing me to salvation, bringing me to hope.
I await a day that may never come,
To end the pain, all I can do is hope.
Will of my heart, and depth of my soul,
Eternally I will hope for just one goal.
To hold and be held, to love and be loved.
This is the hope I can not let go of.
ChainedChained in my mind, unable to move forward.
You have such a hold on my soul.
I am losing the will, to fight for my freedom.
You got too close, it's over.
A spectors PleaLosing my strength, each time you cross my mind.
My body goes weak at the thought of your sight.
I'm torn from the distance, My soul and body aches.
Losing my heart, you've shattered and scythed.
You've taken a part I can never get back.
I am slipping to darkness, falling fast.
I'm lost in this night, crying for help.
You are def to my call, your mind is corrupt.
But your soul remains pure, my lover, my mate.
It visits and soothes this never ending pain.
In the night when you sleep, you no longer hide.
You travel to me to lay at my side.
I feel your embrace, I'm lost in the touch.
I wish I could hold you and return your love.
But you are so far, only your spirit still stays.
I will wait here for you to the end of my days.
We are still connected, heart and soul.
The chain never broke, and it never will.
Do not run, do not hide or deny.
I am your soulmate, your drappa, forever your life.
I am here at your side, no matter the distance.
Nothing can keep up this resistance.
I am yours, no o
Haunting LoveThe moment you sleep, you become your true self.
Taking your soul, and linking with mine.
I feel you each night, your arms wrap around me.
I want to hold you back...but reality wont let me.
A ghost of a love, the only connection we share.
Your soul is still wandering, I feel you still care.
Come hold me again, my angel of night,
Come hold me and whisper words once said in the light.
The night is our only embrace, how short it may be,
I hope one day it returns to reality, no longer a haunting memory.
Volpi.You will find that the story you tell
is very rarely your own. In Lucca,
even the smallest pebbles
breathe in the warm sunlight.
Knotted stones and cobbled roads
beat out a paper-dry heartbeat heat
my city breathes in and out,
inhales sparrow air.
It's writing a story.
You are the pen.
You will find that in Lucca
the daisy chains forge fire
in side streets and back alleys.
Teenagers intertwine. Tell me,
odd flower, are you still closed?
Here we are colored wax;
the heat of the city melts us.
We run into each other, rhapsody
of pigments. Operas are our specialties.
Open up; feel the reds.
If not, try and see them. There is a place
of deep knife marks, a street
long as midnight
you may learn something there.
Valentina's voice glimmers like red wine.
You may enjoy intoxications. Still,
know alcohol has no story
and will swallow your own.
Find the sign with the wolf on it.
You'll know the place. Epiphanies ring true as church-bells.
Lucca still guides the wanderers
to well sp
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