Hold on, if love is the answer, why is it gone? If you can see something I can’t, won’t you mind sharing it with me You say love is the answer but I can’t see, what do you want from me ? Almost got me , almost made me real I need something more I need something to touch I need to be alive in such a rush Can’t even feel, can’t even see What the hell do you want from me ? I did all what you asked from me, but is it love? Is the answer love, is that what you see? Fiction and fantasy combined in your eyes And I can’t tell if you are just lies created by my own eyes Can you take me away from here ? Can you get me out and say goodbye? Will you cry? My dreams get really bizarre Why are you here? I don’t even know who you are Yet my world moves slowly And when I fall asleep, I make myself believe, I make myself believe in you I fall asleep And the planet turns slowly I’d rather stay awake but my dreams they keep me going back to you They keep dragging me away from reality Stop being you, don’t let me dream about you Let me live my life , let me see the sky Go see the world , there is always something brand new And I will learn to fly To get away from you Anything I would do.
Srdjan Solkotovic(Srđan Šolkotović) is a young aspiring author born on the 6th of January, 1993. Currently owner of The Writing Hut and literature student, a writer born in Serbia, raised by multinational parents (Serbian/Wallachian father and Romanian mother).The first time I was interested in writing was around the age of 12. It seemed fun to create worlds that people enjoyed to read about. Writers are amazing, creating with only pen and paper. Like playing god.Most of my works are of a poetic nature but I have written and published some erotica. Now I have a few projects that I will work on and I hope that you will enjoy reading them when they are finished.
An autopsy was being conducted with brutality to silence the rising dialogue, pulling out the lethal crunch of scripted history. You want the kiss of a parting grain. A secondhand face crops up in a newspaper. Are you ashamed of
I want to be part of something Something greater than I Something that will continue to live when am gone I want to live for something something that will change the world something that will promote humanity I want to
She started to shake inside. Felt sick with anger and distrust. Now that the culprit that broke her heart was back in town. The past memories where clouding his judgement. Neither do I care. As a far I am concerned
Whereby: The scent of your breath love dances like a butterfly. Drenched in your raining desire lush spring awaits. Yearnings whispered vigorously. The sun kissed golden season’s ancient story filled with certainty and uncertainty. Every word I utter reflects you.
Divide & rule is a common act in our nations, They say politics is a dirt game, though every day we experience politics, Allocation of resources been major politics, It’s a horrifying reality but we have politicians & voters, Lisa