Deine Macht


Du suchst
Zwei Augen.. einen warmen Koerper
der nur dir gehoert
Ein Mund der jederzeit bereit ist dich zu kuessen
Zwei Haende die dich streicheln
Wenn du nur Traenen, Traeume, und Verzweifulng kennst
Eine Seele die dich kennt, liebt und versteht - ganz wie du bist

Ich sage dir
Du fuehlst die Macht wenn nur mit einem Blick (!)
Dein gesponnener Kristall mit unaufhaltsamer Waerme bricht
Verfallen, verloren - wer weiss was noch
Doch dein Herz gehoert dir nicht.

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This evolved from a thought I scribbled down, off to a good start,
But i believe this is just the beginning of a little
Project i will undertake




translation: i feel the message reaches the reader much better through the German language here

Sway



You're searching for
Two eyes... a warm body
that only belongs to you
Two lips to kiss you anytime
Two hands that carress you
When you only know of tears, dreams and frustration
A soul that knows, loves and understands you - just how you are

I'll tell you
You'll feel the force if in just one look, one glance
Paralysed, you're woven crystal breaks with tremendous heat
Arisen, lost... who knoes what else
But your heart... does not belong to you.

What a beautiful gift, beautiful Franziska, you have left for me here, and how true and right it rings within my heart.

Thank you for this, and thank you for you; liars said you lied, but you were the one who spoke the truth all along, throughout those dark days of evil enchantment. I thank God that you were so strong, that you were so stubborn to stick to your guns and eventually blow away all the spiderwebs of nonsense and deceit with the simple truth of life itself.

I look forward to living now, free at last, awake, participating in and partaking of life.

Awakener, liberator, you it was who always knew, and those who looked down on you were wrong. If it is any comfort to you, they looked down on me too, and even more than you; they played me for a fool. But those who laugh last always laugh best, and the beginning of their woes unfolds even now: they will be utterly confounded. The vengeance of the universe, the turning of the wheel, is great and terrible in its force. I turn away from folly now to life.

"Let the dead bury their dead."

Respect and solidarity, Schwesterchen,

Deiner

+Stevie

Ubi caritas et amor, Deus ibi est.