Whenever I see you,
I always think the city lights
will never be enough to
provide the joy you bring.
The lovely paintings
becomes abstract when you pass by,
You make the painters think,
what art really is.
Am I lucky? I guess.
You loved me.
But sadly,
It was temporary.
Sep 21, 2014
Sep 21, 2014 at 11:44 AM UTC
Whenever I see you,
I always think the city lights
will never be enough to
provide the joy you bring.
The lovely paintings
becomes abstract when you pass by,
You make the painters think,
what art really is.
Am I lucky? I guess.
You loved me.
But sadly,
It was temporary.