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Illusions Of The Heart

Tema en 'La Torre de Babel' comenzado por Marco Antonio (El Gringo), 13 de Agosto de 2015. Respuestas: 0 | Visitas: 586

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    Love, sometimes it feels so right
    even though it might be wrong
    Lovers, one is always the weak
    while the other plays it strong

    Is it just a game of give and take
    but what is real and what is fake
    Life, promises are made, promises are broken
    but once life is gone, what is then left?
    Emotions in the wind, regrets tearing us apart
    memories of the mind and illusions of the heart

    Love, the times you saw black
    I insisted to see white
    Lovers, you had to say day
    each time I said night

    Is it just a game of yes and no
    but part of me wants to stay, the other wants to go
    Time, moments are shared, moments are forgotten
    but once time is gone, what is then left?
    Emotions in the wind, regrets tearing us apart
    memories of the mind and illusions of the heart

    Love, some times we shared were good
    but others instead were bad
    Lovers, we could make each other happy
    but we chose to make us sad

    Is it just a game of live and die
    but should I laugh or should I cry
    Feelings, words or caring, words of hate
    but once feelings are gone, what is then left?
    Emotions in the wind, regrets tearing us apart
    memories of the mind and illusions of the heart

    Love, how strange are its beginnings
    though even stranger are its ends
    Lovers, now they are enemies
    though they used to call each other friends

    Is it just a game of joy and sorrow
    but should I remember yesterday or dream about tomorrow
    Love, kisses of passion, kisses of deceit
    but once love is gone, what is then left?
    Emotions in the wind, regrets tearing us apart
    memories of the mind and illusions of the heart

    Marco '87
     
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