Its exactly 1095 days ago..
When the love I knew flee from my path
The sweet rhythm turned sour
As my heart bolt out through the door
Leaving no trail to follow
A miserable me turn apart
Laying helpless with no heart
The warmth of the weather
Felt freezingly cold
And the comfort of the night
No longer suits
I could remember my dreams turning into a wild mare
And even the cool siesta
Was all itchy
My smooching pillow grew thorns
In my miserable self
In all broken mirror
Picking up my pieces in no piece
Trying to plaster the remnant of me
Just 1095 days ago
It all seems like the world will end in no good time
But in my remembrance of this days
I'd found myself lost within
The tick of it tide
And now,
The love that is sure been replaced
Is back
Knocking at the same door it bolted out
Through
Just 1095 days ago
Feb 12, 2015
Feb 12, 2015 at 11:15 AM UTC
Its exactly 1095 days ago..
When the love I knew flee from my path
The sweet rhythm turned sour
As my heart bolt out through the door
Leaving no trail to follow
A miserable me turn apart
Laying helpless with no heart
The warmth of the weather
Felt freezingly cold
And the comfort of the night
No longer suits
I could remember my dreams turning into a wild mare
And even the cool siesta
Was all itchy
My smooching pillow grew thorns
In my miserable self
In all broken mirror
Picking up my pieces in no piece
Trying to plaster the remnant of me
Just 1095 days ago
It all seems like the world will end in no good time
But in my remembrance of this days
I'd found myself lost within
The tick of it tide
And now,
The love that is sure been replaced
Is back
Knocking at the same door it bolted out
Through
Just 1095 days ago
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