Denim Denim

They claim it doesn't really matter,

But it's in you I believe.

You look past my flaws and polish me with sensuality.

Together we're like a melody.

Denim, Denim

The scent of your blue I long for all day

Your fibre is silk on my skin.

In you I vibre, my physical transforms in wiser.

Denim, Denim

You, one more time is like having a brand new love

Our affair starts at the crack dawn, sliding in you. Dressed

Ends at dark. Undressed

Denim, Denim

I'll tell them

I'll tell them it was one of those times

I'll tell them the only reason why you and I wouldn't be

Was due to thy

I'll tell them the same things written in these lines

Intolerance

It was either you against me

Ill tell them our people didn't live in community

I'll tell them we loved, we lived it and yet hid

I'll tell them you were my breath

A remedy to a heart with disease

I'll tell them we built up a castle

and left unfinished through dismiss

I'll tell them it wasn't you nor me, it was us

i'll explain to them that we were burned down

Time didn't offer a gown

I'll tell them it was a fuss.

Earth

Mother nature rains tears from her shattered sky

Blowing her

anger on land from mountains high

Her

happiness through sun from which she shines

I smell your emotions

You're the fruit to my mood

Ms Friday  © 

Nature blessed

Sophisticated features

Designed creature

Nature blessed

She is that kind one,the one they name…

Tender touch

Heated heart

Sunny smiles

She is that kind one, the one they name…

One word...

Woman

Ms Friday  © 

Coffin

peaceful sleeps are on their way

accompanied with mourning black lights

Skinny winds are blowing

With running corns

Lonely nights are calling.

Thirsty eyes are melting

Empty dialogues are preaching

Everlasting is yet to be dominating

Ms Friday  © 

Dancing

On the dance floor

We’re all a bunch of artists

Painting on the notes an lyrics

of the melody while the heart beats

Pushes the corporal under heat.

Absorbed by the beat, shifting through your feet.

this movement? they call it "Dancing"

Ms Friday  © 

Experience

Experience

Attractive fields swinging from place to place

Leaving marks in my heart that never heal

Footprints on which I build new bricks

I weeped when I hit the floor

Tried to break through the epic life

Mistakes,they're named

I call them blessings

Forever I ought to treasure

Ms Friday  ©