Tania Rose

I hate it! I curse it loudly. But it just stares, as if it hears me not.

Their little cliquey group just arrive in silent moments of nothingness, their white translucencies lurking in doorways.

and now i will torture my muse with passionate tales,
and keep her restless so she can stir up sweet distractions.

there’s a name for it i’m sure

She calls to me from within,
like the soft threads of loves first kiss,
stirring butterflies within my winterish shell.
Her voice, like a thin wisp of a warm breath,
gently caresses my intr…

And soon this angel heard a sound
A calling-out rose from the ground
A child’s voice, so small and sad
for this little soul had lost his Dad

..She breathes on me, and within my bones,
Whispering her evilities, and seducing my thoughts..

Her awkward song…smouldering in anonymity

So Far Away
Tania Rose 2007

"SEE SONG FILMCLIP":http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VenVbDlw7ck

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