Jan 2016
Every line, every rhyme
I let you live every time
Every poem and every song
I dedicate for someone wrong
Now, will it be too much
To let me live in your poetry?
Though I know the emotions do not match
I want to be alive in your symphony
I've written too many about you
To you whose worth I never fail to see
To you who hides what's true
The man who had always failed to see me
I let you live every time
Every poem and every song
I dedicate for someone wrong
Now, will it be too much
To let me live in your poetry?
Though I know the emotions do not match
I want to be alive in your symphony
I've written too many about you
To you whose worth I never fail to see
To you who hides what's true
The man who had always failed to see me
Dedicated to the love which died a year ago, to the love who never once had seen me, to the love I kept on the darkest parts of me, to all the love that broke the broken.
