I wrote your name on a page,
I hoped it would stay.
For in my heart it had failed to stay,
Like the morning fog on a sunny day.
You were so sweet and kind.
Your voice brought harmony,
Like chapping birds of the summer.
From the horizon you stood still.
Silhouetted by the evening sun.
I saw furry burn,
I felt hate.
Pride drowned you bitterly.
And from that moment you where gone.
Jan 2, 2018
Jan 2, 2018 at 11:40 AM UTC
I wrote your name on a page,
I hoped it would stay.
For in my heart it had failed to stay,
Like the morning fog on a sunny day.
You were so sweet and kind.
Your voice brought harmony,
Like chapping birds of the summer.
From the horizon you stood still.
Silhouetted by the evening sun.
I saw furry burn,
I felt hate.
Pride drowned you bitterly.
And from that moment you where gone.
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