Wondering why it's hard to connect
Never realizing I'm the one with the wall
Too afraid to let myself go
And with a cry, just fall
Oct 20, 2012
Oct 20, 2012 at 3:41 AM UTC
Gently floating, glowing in the light
You used to be such a welcome sight,
But now you only remind
Of the cold that's left behind.
Just like the winter morn,
A purity just born.
At the edge of the night
No longer a delight
The world has soiled you
and your innocence too.
No longer you melt in my hand
what used to warm them has aban'd,
And left is a cold remnant in its place
Just like we often leave a writ stone face.
Oct 20, 2012
Oct 20, 2012 at 3:37 AM UTC