Nostalgic body wishing for a cold spring
Lonely nights with horror cinema and unprovided love
Chocolate and endless food for the dawn
Dreams and daydreams were real and alive
They weren’t covered in shades and dark
I wish I could feel hope and love
I wish I could find a good movie that I cannot forgot
A good album that abide me by and a time for me to feel alive
Poetry isn’t poetry anymore
When it’s losing its meaning
It’s losing its meaning