My passion is the silent sympathy
My mind always strays to emotions
They are perfumed from unseen notions
I was a goodwill and you a sensitivities
Back into my memories trusting
It was rusting
I heard an unknowing, fond rotting
And so you came gently chirping
Back into my memories relying
My togetherness, I could not awaken
Mar 9, 2018
Mar 9, 2018 at 12:20 PM UTC
My passion is the silent sympathy
My mind always strays to emotions
They are perfumed from unseen notions
I was a goodwill and you a sensitivities
Back into my memories trusting
It was rusting
I heard an unknowing, fond rotting
And so you came gently chirping
Back into my memories relying
My togetherness, I could not awaken