New Life

 New Life

~Miss A

I see new life, when I look in your eyes,
I see new signs, led by the hassles of sky.
I see new life, when I look in your eyes,
I see new signs, where a spark could decide.

I feel no pain, no life; no charm, no ties,
It just begun and it’s gone a moment,
When I can’t see you it’s all a lie.
For I need, my life back, and I need to learn.
And you can see, how I bloom,
When I am with you,
I wish to celebrate my cries,
And with you, I see, a new life, I believe.

After hours and hours of dreadful derail,
I find myself; I get to know who I am.
I can’t cherish myself, like you do,
But when I am with you, I love myself.
I seem to find the world that I’ve forgotten,
I seem to find new ways to catch what I’ve gotten,
I see to myself who I am, and I see it in you,
I see new life, no hassles no crime, in your eyes.

Never have I imagined, your presence will ignite so heavy,
Fill my cheeks fluorescent pink, and my demeanor so steady.
So delighted, that my eyelids go dewy,
And unrestrained I feel, as I run to hug you, my delicacy.
I see, the part of me I love is alive, breathing,
I see, that I am reservoir full of love, need stretching.
I wish to pour it all, bless you with this ocean,
Just keep coming back to me and making memories.

The person whom I hate the most, told me,
How can someone live when they have no one,
No one to talk their heart out, it’s unbearable,
It’s so hard, so tough, that one would die.
I understand what it means, drowning in a jail,
The grimace is spread to the lonely, it’s contagious,
But when I see you, I trust, I won’t be falling in that pit,
You make sure I’m at peace, where I’ve been a light fury of chaos.

I have learned to sing the most painful songs with cheerfulness,
But I need the light ball to keep being lit, to keep myself alright,
A damsel in distress, no that ain’t me, I’m a beast with perfect accord,
Soon I’m going to feel the dark energy come back to me again.
I feel it, slowly rising in my veins, lurking in the shadows of judgment,
Tense and in democracy, voting my best to be held on the surface,
But soon the good of the power will be thrown out, hanged by the worst,
Savage, you call it, I rather call it iconicity.

Be my fuel, help me embrace all there exists,
All the jokes, oh Gulliver, doesn’t even matter to register,
Fearless I am inside, someone who’s not born a believer,
The poison is getting on my head, thank you lord, for all.
The cloud of confusion is getting clear, I know what I want,
The passion that exists in my heart, can’t be contained,
I will go all out, give it this one shot, to have it printed,
Bold letters, capital, as I’ll disappear into the goodnight.

But I won’t be able to master my life, dance in the chill,
Cry in the nights, the power that I contain, no one to share,
Cause when I picture my name, I do it with you,
It’s quite in the wrong way, the right one is sabotaging colorful.
When I look at you, I understand what relief means,
I entrust my heart to you and sometimes I feel heartless,
Going in motion 24 hours, wishing to see you once,
I’m blinded by my surroundings, but when I look at you, I see a new life.


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