Poetry Is A Thought Hidden Inside Beautiful Words. |
Black and white, squared abyss.
Kings and queens, the precious...
As the dust settles
And all in the world is lost...
Oh my [daddy],
You must love me so...
If I traveled to the sun,
If I flew into the sky...
And the rain fell,
Like tears for suicide...
Oh my [daddy],
You must love me so...
It's such a sad tale
Written in innocent blood...
As the dust settles
And all in the world is lost...