Under the crimson moonlight I see,
A smile on your face, unbound and free.
I held your hand under the maple tree,
And I got down on my knee...
I humbly asked you "will you be my key?"
You smiled and said "we were meant to be."
With a sudden blackout I found myself in a void sea...
I was bewildered into reality...
As I wake up the ceiling is what I see...
And I realized my dreams were mocking me...
Nov 1, 2018
Nov 1, 2018 at 2:40 PM UTC
Under the crimson moonlight I see,
A smile on your face, unbound and free.
I held your hand under the maple tree,
And I got down on my knee...
I humbly asked you "will you be my key?"
You smiled and said "we were meant to be."
With a sudden blackout I found myself in a void sea...
I was bewildered into reality...
As I wake up the ceiling is what I see...
And I realized my dreams were mocking me...
It was indeed a fine dream...