*When I was here
A life of what
Confusion in
The darkest sums
What I have known
Was nothing new
Nothing old
Just endless rue
Those days of pain
And crises too
Existence stings
But void does too
I’ll wait for what
I don’t know yet
The gleaming sun
The warm of love.*
Jun 10, 2015
Jun 10, 2015 at 6:34 PM UTC
*When I was here
A life of what
Confusion in
The darkest sums
What I have known
Was nothing new
Nothing old
Just endless rue
Those days of pain
And crises too
Existence stings
But void does too
I’ll wait for what
I don’t know yet
The gleaming sun
The warm of love.*
