To the one that got away:
*I paint a rainbow everyday
with the tears I shed
and the sunshine I reckon
caressing my face*
To the one that writes the poems:
*One day, someday
the night in your words will be filled
with the stars of tomorrow
Reckon you’ll be okay*
Nov 27, 2015
Nov 27, 2015 at 10:29 PM UTC
To the one that got away:
*I paint a rainbow everyday
with the tears I shed
and the sunshine I reckon
caressing my face*
To the one that writes the poems:
*One day, someday
the night in your words will be filled
with the stars of tomorrow
Reckon you’ll be okay*
© Lizley (Maria Flordeliz Yamog)
|09.17.2015|
It's alright, everything will be put back into place.
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