I don't know how to start,
Believing with this beginner's luck,
With you here inside my heart,
which I haven't sealed with lock
I don't know what to say
When you're always mouthing, you're okay.
At the end of the day,
Our smiles definitely fade away.
I don't know why we had to end our story
When everything I did, I was not really sorry.
I don't know where did I pulled out this guts
-To try once again
Despite of what you said I've already lost your trust
-Pain, we both gain
I really don't know when we fell out of love
Or maybe we haven't felt it from the start
Nov 3, 2018
Nov 3, 2018 at 9:09 AM UTC
Come my dear and take my pen,
for my word doesn't fit what it means.
Come my friend and take my pen,
Wasted ink on each I tell.
Come stranger and take my pen,
I am not good, not a writer to own this pen.
Come and take it,
but my pen will never be the same.
I owned it by heart,
he knows what I feel.
The sadness and the rhythm,
we together wrote down in the thin line,
Was the theme we wanted,
who worked on with this style.
Come and take my pen,
I wouldn't mind.
Let see how you're going to add colors,
when my pen doesn't want to write.
Nov 2, 2018
Nov 2, 2018 at 12:15 PM UTC