anenlighteningellipsis reblogged
Solomon Burke | Cry To Me
when you’re all alone in your lonely room and there’s nothing but the smell of her perfume doncha feel like cryin’?
well, c’mon, c’mon... cry to me
Beauty in the apertures of pain
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I want to say
Without temper
If possible
without the least sense of the
heroic
Without even the measured
ambition
to speak the truth
which is only another vulgarity
To say
I am not what I was
Indeed
I was nothing
and now I am at least the
possibility
of
something
and this
I will defend.