The moon sought my soul
in the echoes of the night...
Fairytales had long lost their touch
when from their vow she swayed...
My heart has flown to the winds
Warring silent cries...
A clever constellation,
hid within patches of white...
The quiet city, in the midst of battle
falls into brief slumber...
City walks with elegant stride,
of a stripling burgundy rose...
The stars are alive |
The heart can't be well if the mind is apart |
Intimacy without commitment is like icing without cake. First it feels good, but then it ends up making us sick. |