Yes, it be two annum since You, i befriended.
Who could have foreseen the
tragic way in which we ended?
You, the quiet rain to mine hearts desert,
grief chained.
I, the stroke to thine ego hurt
where the dark knight remained.
Once i be thy angel with lost wings.
Guardian of secrets that play thine hearts strings.
Now lost and again wandering in the desert of pain.
By mine own hand...silenced the rain.
I beseeched thee to return to mine eyes.
But invain for the sky would not cry.
Yet in this morn I awoke to a new day.
For thou hast graced me with thy return and I wish thee to stay.
Dec 16, 2017
Dec 16, 2017 at 5:05 PM UTC
Yes, it be two annum since You, i befriended.
Who could have foreseen the
tragic way in which we ended?
You, the quiet rain to mine hearts desert,
grief chained.
I, the stroke to thine ego hurt
where the dark knight remained.
Once i be thy angel with lost wings.
Guardian of secrets that play thine hearts strings.
Now lost and again wandering in the desert of pain.
By mine own hand...silenced the rain.
I beseeched thee to return to mine eyes.
But invain for the sky would not cry.
Yet in this morn I awoke to a new day.
For thou hast graced me with thy return and I wish thee to stay.
Feel again.
