A sound...
That I hid in me...
Sometimes I feel like I drowned...where every noise is my lover of times...
Sometimes it's like a burning flame...where every noise is my that burnt me to ashes...
Sometimes it's like a windy storm...where every noise carried me away like a rusted iron piece...
But darling only they stayed forever with me...and your fake promises too...
Noises I hid...
That makes the world go into a hush...
While your false promises make the lovers bound to my noises...
A little drowning...
A little burning...
A little storm...
                                     ~leila