There is nothing that is above you _____________________________________ Why don’t you listen to the murmurs Of my broken heart Why don’t you look at the top of those light houses At the harbors Or at the loftiest minarets of the Muguls’ Raj. There is nothing that is above you Not even the columns of the Taj. You were beyond loss or replacement You were the answer to my prayers In the form of t my highest compliment From God, you were the banner Of my love, from someone above whom There is no authority, no higher judge. There is nothing that is above you Not even the columns of the Taj. Why don’t you listen to the murmurs Of my broken heart Why don’t you look at the top of those light houses At the harbors Or at the loftiest minarets of the Muguls’ Raj. There is nothing that is above you Not even the columns of the Taj. My days have moved very slow since you left I don’t know if I am here half-dead or life has crept Any since you said good bye that day via a text. Are you hovering in the subconscious of the Ipad Of my mind like a friendly ghost in a movie Or did I invent you because I want you so bad So, you can still keep me some company. Why is it so hard now for me to accept That you already left; you left I have to come to terms with that Have to follow the right precept Or Life will be unforgiving for denial in a reality test. It will not make any concessions, it will hardly budge. There is nothing that is above you Not even the columns of the Taj. Why don’t you listen to the murmurs Of my broken heart Why don’t you look at the top of those light houses At the harbors Or at the loftiest minarets of the Muguls’ Raj. There is nothing that is above you Not even the columns of the Taj. I just have to accept I have to move on I have to embrace you are gone You will never show up from now on Again. That is the only message in the main I have to teach myself in happiness or in vain In its entirety; without any fudge. There is nothing that is above you Not even the columns of the Taj. Why don’t you listen to the murmurs Of my broken heart Why don’t you look at the top of those light houses At the harbors Or at the loftiest minarets of the Muguls’ Raj. There is nothing that is above you Not even the columns of the Taj. END
Posted on: Sat, 12 Jul 2014 05:01:43 +0000
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