love
is but
a simple word
that feels the night
go by
and by the time
it grows,
it's gone -
left
never
to
survive.
i passed the time
seeking
wandering, round
and round
a dream
and when the darkness caught me
i seldom
cared
to scream.
i picked up all the lilies
my fancies,
gone
and lost
and gray
i never saw past
the illusion
for
it was all
gone away.
i sought out heaven's seeking,
speaking,
i never thought i'd say
the days, the ways
to ever know
how it feels
for
love
to
slip
away.
Apr 10, 2016
Apr 10, 2016 at 11:14 PM UTC
love
is but
a simple word
that feels the night
go by
and by the time
it grows,
it's gone -
left
never
to
survive.
i passed the time
seeking
wandering, round
and round
a dream
and when the darkness caught me
i seldom
cared
to scream.
i picked up all the lilies
my fancies,
gone
and lost
and gray
i never saw past
the illusion
for
it was all
gone away.
i sought out heaven's seeking,
speaking,
i never thought i'd say
the days, the ways
to ever know
how it feels
for
love
to
slip
away.
