Colors that cannot be touched,
would that be called a rainbow?
Hugs that cannot be seen,
would that be called a wind?
One person thinking of another,
would that be called loneliness?
Time has stolen our intentions,
leaving behind the sorry excuses.
Fate has stolen the possibilities,
leaving behind the regrets. You
came by, and then you were gone,
leaving behind only the starry skies.
That night we gazed into the starry skies,
where we saw a lot of our brilliant dreams.
We thought that happiness was eternal,
like the stars that shone for us above.
Those stars are always remaining silent,
quietly watching the twinkle of my tears.
If you were now living somewhere among
these stars, could you please stretch your
hands out and embrace me...
Nov 13, 2011
Nov 13, 2011 at 6:13 PM UTC
Colors that cannot be touched,
would that be called a rainbow?
Hugs that cannot be seen,
would that be called a wind?
One person thinking of another,
would that be called loneliness?
Time has stolen our intentions,
leaving behind the sorry excuses.
Fate has stolen the possibilities,
leaving behind the regrets. You
came by, and then you were gone,
leaving behind only the starry skies.
That night we gazed into the starry skies,
where we saw a lot of our brilliant dreams.
We thought that happiness was eternal,
like the stars that shone for us above.
Those stars are always remaining silent,
quietly watching the twinkle of my tears.
If you were now living somewhere among
these stars, could you please stretch your
hands out and embrace me...