May 2021
I laid my sonnets in between pages of pain and doubts
In a chapter I wrote dearly in the past
About you and your smiles
Time went by
And they withered beautifully and still
I held them for so long
With a little hope
You'll flip to the right page and see.
In a chapter I wrote dearly in the past
About you and your smiles
Time went by
And they withered beautifully and still
I held them for so long
With a little hope
You'll flip to the right page and see.
But at the time you finally found them
I already moved on
With a new flower bud
At the tip of my soul
This time not to be pressed and die
But to bloom outside dusty pages
Not for you or anyone
But for myself alone.
I already moved on
With a new flower bud
At the tip of my soul
This time not to be pressed and die
But to bloom outside dusty pages
Not for you or anyone
But for myself alone.
