Paint stories of all that is you
The void, the gone, and the pain of such
Is like the veil of darkness arriving soon
When the moon rises in that black
My heart longs for your glance
I calm my self for you hate my smile
That beams hoping for us to be a chance
So let the April sun set in the canvas blue
Nothing in life is as beautiful as you
So I wish my self a willful descent
To be silently lost in your longing's tune
No comments:
Post a Comment