My love has gone away
My eyebrows have grown back,
become unruly and become one,
waiting.
When my love left me the days turned cold
from my lips the stains of gold disappeared
like they had never tasted magic before
and the seasons turned my waiting
into an exiled dream
Oct 2, 2015
Oct 2, 2015 at 8:03 PM UTC
My love has gone away
My eyebrows have grown back,
become unruly and become one,
waiting.
When my love left me the days turned cold
from my lips the stains of gold disappeared
like they had never tasted magic before
and the seasons turned my waiting
into an exiled dream