Hope to see you soon
Hope not to see you soon
What am I
What am I telling the moon?
Should keep it a secret, should keep this to myself
But how can I, how can I?
It can’t be helped
Am I willing to fight?
Are you worth the fight?
It’s not wrong I know, but it’s certainly not right
It’s getting dark, the moon will soon be here
with his Light, do I have the right to stare?
Maybe
when the stars begin to appear,
Little hopes will shine
Be it unclear
Maybe when this fire inside constantly burns
I’ll be that Light, and thy moon will make its turn
Dec 2, 2015
Dec 2, 2015 at 8:13 AM UTC
Hope to see you soon
Hope not to see you soon
What am I
What am I telling the moon?
Should keep it a secret, should keep this to myself
But how can I, how can I?
It can’t be helped
Am I willing to fight?
Are you worth the fight?
It’s not wrong I know, but it’s certainly not right
It’s getting dark, the moon will soon be here
with his Light, do I have the right to stare?
Maybe
when the stars begin to appear,
Little hopes will shine
Be it unclear
Maybe when this fire inside constantly burns
I’ll be that Light, and thy moon will make its turn
© Lizley (Maria Flordeliz Yamog)
|08.01.2013|
If it's wrong to be your lover then just be mine and let me live as a sinner.
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