One more night falls delicately in the horizon..
And While others sleep I start rising...
Funny, isn’t it?
The questions I long to answer...
And tomorrow, should the Sun refuse to rise
in the darkness my heart will find the path...
Take your words and swallow them whole,
watch them fade, like your cold and bitter soul...
She is like the northern lights -
Fluidly extravagant amongst chaotic beauty...
She was a pristine rose plucked;
A vision in crimson from a sea of scarlet...
The distance between two hearts
is shortsightedness...
Me and you
we equal two...
Its funny how you were wiff me first
then we broke up and you ran to her...
So young but knowing whats going on
She turned around and knew the pain she couldnt...
Everyday, every night,
when the sun or the moon is out...
..her heart in the
shape of rose...