The sun is a candle...
burning inside the mirror
Yet another reflection
It's rays fall cold on my skin
A bleached rose
smell the sixteen,
Whirl in the abyss of love
An ocean,
Drowning in its waves
The salt crystals molten on the walls of my lungs
A burning thirst,
addicted to the flames of your kisses,
fallen into a shade by the moonlight
The forever winds
Breezing on my rugged skin
The memories to the grave
Wilted flowers carried from it's stones
Into the skies,
When I become gray
Feb 19, 2018
Feb 19, 2018 at 10:51 PM UTC
The sun is a candle...
burning inside the mirror
Yet another reflection
It's rays fall cold on my skin
A bleached rose
smell the sixteen,
Whirl in the abyss of love
An ocean,
Drowning in its waves
The salt crystals molten on the walls of my lungs
A burning thirst,
addicted to the flames of your kisses,
fallen into a shade by the moonlight
The forever winds
Breezing on my rugged skin
The memories to the grave
Wilted flowers carried from it's stones
Into the skies,
When I become gray
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