Living a life,
without you is like a candid frozen ice,
where nothing looks brighter,
nothing seems nice.
Hurting my heart,
in this manner is practice of god,
I just want to be,
to be some mod..
From the last summers,
I have chosen some leaves,
I am lastic from my own,
my own thunder dreams..
Will you meet me again,
at the place of our origin,
or we will meet again at the "Dark Horizon"
Your sorrows can not be consoled.
ReplyDeleteBut you have to console for keeping the memories.