Feels warm, tonight.
Although the wind hasn't been friendly
And the bird has flown away
And the moon is part tired
But you, let me stay, why?
Though the leaves had been swept.
Is it one of your twisted secrets?
If it is, then keep it as what it is
Seal them away from me,
My eyes my ears and my nose
But let me linger a little while longer
In a sea of mystifying silence
you.
Feb 17, 2016
Feb 17, 2016 at 4:53 AM UTC
Feels warm, tonight.
Although the wind hasn't been friendly
And the bird has flown away
And the moon is part tired
But you, let me stay, why?
Though the leaves had been swept.
Is it one of your twisted secrets?
If it is, then keep it as what it is
Seal them away from me,
My eyes my ears and my nose
But let me linger a little while longer
In a sea of mystifying silence
you.
