*If I ever lose my house of words
In the bleak land of asleep flowers,
Read me the map of love
Sing me the silhouettes of life
For the sake of the blood we moulded into shape.
As the moon inside this head
Always will reflect
The sunbeams of your tangible thoughts.*
Mar 29, 2017
Mar 29, 2017 at 2:53 PM UTC
