The flipside of the day
Brings a lot of melodies
Of painful journals
At most the moon and stars are dead
For those eyes that lament for the beloved
The breezy sound of the wind
Doesn't bring a beautiful song of serenity
Instead a tune of sinister
Darker than the night
Because the lullabies of every nocturnal
An echoing elegies
For those who were left behind
Sightseeing imaginary images
Whispering song for them
Every night
Still dying inside
5-25-2016
Mysterious_aries
May 30, 2016
May 30, 2016 at 11:59 PM UTC
The flipside of the day
Brings a lot of melodies
Of painful journals
At most the moon and stars are dead
For those eyes that lament for the beloved
The breezy sound of the wind
Doesn't bring a beautiful song of serenity
Instead a tune of sinister
Darker than the night
Because the lullabies of every nocturnal
An echoing elegies
For those who were left behind
Sightseeing imaginary images
Whispering song for them
Every night
Still dying inside
5-25-2016
Mysterious_aries
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