The memory of us holding hands in stillness When the world behind was falling apart Your eyes luring me right through my soul.
Were you a phantom or memory? If memory,where are you now? did you say goodbye ? When my heart was thundering in my ribs,or When we were enchanted in silence I would have probably missed it In the silence of the wind.
Be the breeze which plays with her hair in the twilight of the fairy friday, She may seem to struggle to hold pleasant but deep inside she melts when touched Carry her scents of the aesthetic flowers to bring her smile in her gloomy day Be the breeze which caress every inch for her skin giving her tickles down the spine. Be the love she carved, the art she admires the song she cherrishes ,the poem she wepped Be you when you're with her because she deserves it.
This is the play of two thristy souls Let's the heart be aside With no heart pain nor plasters,
She blooms Only on a twilight Wanting both the sun and the moon as greedy as her flower She buds as a beautiful flower just shy where he is always a star shining bright and bold
They played untill the storm hitting then hard and pushing away from each other Forever
I dry everyday when you go west reborn again when you rise at east blossoms in your presence even being miles far away eventually i perished,awaiting for you awaiting for your shine on me.
In the far far way,nowhere land You made me a better being breaking up all my odds crushing the soft petals for colours making me flow as a fluid marking me ,as yours should I thank you? but the truth is I always wanted you Though I fail to be me