Living |
Let her smile color her lips,
Till laughter shuts her eyes in bliss...
Time flies
On its crystal lines...
Thrown bombs
Ball of fire...
Familiar scent every morning
Eyes that really burning...
Until we meet again
You'll see I'm strong...
Red roses
Sweet kisses...
Soon I'll be done loving,
No need for disguise...
I saw you once again, my dear,
Though I stayed hidden, far from here...
I thought I was locked,
There seemed to be no way out...
I wasn't mad at you for walking away,
For leaving me in my stormy day...
Writers sometimes don't have the voice |
Never to unlove, never to regret. |
Talking to much do not always reflects on intelligence sometimes it is criticism. |