Silhouette of her figure
Eyes like a mirror
Hair on her face
Makes the heart race
She stands alone
On the hard stone
Large waves break
On the roaring seascape
She feels content
By the cliff's edge
The moon is bright
In the dark night
She thinks of falling
But keeps stopping
She feels too deep
And dreams of long sleep
Aug 17, 2014
Aug 17, 2014 at 4:18 AM UTC
Silhouette of her figure
Eyes like a mirror
Hair on her face
Makes the heart race
She stands alone
On the hard stone
Large waves break
On the roaring seascape
She feels content
By the cliff's edge
The moon is bright
In the dark night
She thinks of falling
But keeps stopping
She feels too deep
And dreams of long sleep