He sat back in his arrogant sort of way.
He said, “There’s nothing more to say.”
then lectured on for another hour.
She said, everything was fine.
She said, she didn’t like to whine,
then cried on for another hour.
They sat there screaming through the room was silent.
They sat so still though the scene was violent.
And words can never really help you say,
what you want them to anyway.
And words can never really help you see,
what you really want to be.
He took a last sip of cold tea.
Last chance to stop all these lies.
Last chance to clean up these lives.
This could be the final hour.
This could be the final hour, or
this could be the finest hour.
And words can never really help you say
what you want them to anyway.
And words can never really help you see,
what you really want to be.
He took a last sip of cold tea.
Thursday, September 3, 2009
Dawud Warnsby Ali
Familiar with this name?
no?
ok...
jeng..jeng..
such a handsome man,rite?hehehehe..blink..blink..
Who is this guy?
He is one of my favourite singer. like him too?
he is also a poet and he recently had compiled all his songs lyric and poems in a book.
now..enjoy this..
Midnight
(Dawud Warnsby Ali)
Posted by Musafir at 6:53 PM
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slm..wah..nice blog yer... np x wat follower...ak x pandai la mengarang in bI..papepun well done my pren
salam..
Thanks..x dok gape pun..
aku pun x pandai gak nk wat ayat2 best..
main tulis je..
janji phm...
hehehe
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