here i can give you a few (i will put some in comments)
It was never meant to be
It was never meant to be
A sentence that holds a thousand meanings
A sentence that holds the betrayal of a king
A betrayal that tore friends apart
A sentence that holds the brokenness of a man
That brokenness leading to the Fall of a Nation
A sentence that held birth of a new women
The old her being left in the ashes of that tree
A sentence that held the farewell of a man.
Him leaving his old life goodbye.
This sentence so small
So simple,
Somehow changed the course of so many lives.
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Persistence.
There are some things you can’t control
Or so we were told
We’re told a lot of things
And we grow up believing it
No real reason to branch out
Discover other points of views
I mean -- why would we?
In the grand scheme of things, everything that happens
Is out of our control.
The world will keep calculating
Rolling the dice
Figuring out what to do next in your life
On a complicated system of probability
The things you want are near impossible
As the chance of occurrence is one in seven trillion
So far away
And not close at all
After all, the probability of our life
Is out of our control.
Life’s probability scale
Inflicted by other probability scales
Like the chance you were born
And if you grew up rich or poor
What country you were born in
The things your parents did
All out of our control
Yet still something we have to live by
As the probability of life
Is out of our control.
And so, we’ll keep going,
Unless of course
The probability of life
Tell us to stop.
And if that were to happen - could we really complain?
Because, hey
There are some things we can’t control.
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Within the final control room
Son
My crows call for help
I regret what I forget
Fly in silence
Hope for the best
Just to find
The lost
Words scrolled on the walls
Insanity shown on a hollowed face
A symphony unfinished
Click that falls down
B
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Wings cover the treasure
Treasure once lost
He screams for death
As the angel he complies
Not before a hesitated pause
But the books won't say that
They say he died
Sword to heart
Payment for wings
Ripped paper
The books will say
The Angel lost two things
One more important than the other
killed his son
for the pain he bound
The Angel will say
He lost two things
But only regrets one
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pink tulips (au!guqqie and au!aimsey)
I left her
I turned my head
I walked away
I found her dead
I couldnt let my lips form the words I wanted to say
I stare at the flowers on her grave
Pink tulips, once beautiful, now wilted
If I had stayed, would she now be save?
I let my gaze wander between the flowers heads, my head tilted
Pink Tulips, resembling our love
I picked those flowers, causing them to die
I miss her, my little dove
Pink Tulips, can you see them from up high?
I miss her, pink flowers turn into a blur