Nov 2013
Drunk on sunshine.
Snowy peaks and clouds entertwine,
As we, racing through the meadows green...
If only it wasn't a dream.
Daylight reveals to weary eyes
The cold truth behind the lies.
Leaden skies grace the morn:
They are as tough as being torn
From the bedsheets I embraced.
Snowy peaks and clouds entertwine,
As we, racing through the meadows green...
If only it wasn't a dream.
Daylight reveals to weary eyes
The cold truth behind the lies.
Leaden skies grace the morn:
They are as tough as being torn
From the bedsheets I embraced.
I thought about making more of it, but look back I was happy with it as it is - a fragment
