Among those people
For me, you're the least lovable
Among the crowd
Your voice tells me you're the most proud
From the first of the days
I listened to your music
I can't find a way
Out of such sound so still
Distant as the ocean,
Bright as the sun,
Eyes of the soil,
A well-versed soul
You're a flower that blooms in winter
I'm a bee who preyed you last summer
That "first" of the days
It was more than most
It was more than best
It was more than you
Then came another season
There you go, trying to know
That "me" I never wanted
That "me" I never liked
That "me" whom you preffered
But strokes of fate
Unleased its power: hate
Its not yet late
To be each other's soulmates
"He," i preferred so much
Wanting his touch
Seeking for that match
Made in heaven, so please watch
How "she'll" extract
His beauty and love
His songs and poems
His words and notes
Jul 17, 2018
Jul 17, 2018 at 8:46 PM UTC
Among those people
For me, you're the least lovable
Among the crowd
Your voice tells me you're the most proud
From the first of the days
I listened to your music
I can't find a way
Out of such sound so still
Distant as the ocean,
Bright as the sun,
Eyes of the soil,
A well-versed soul
You're a flower that blooms in winter
I'm a bee who preyed you last summer
That "first" of the days
It was more than most
It was more than best
It was more than you
Then came another season
There you go, trying to know
That "me" I never wanted
That "me" I never liked
That "me" whom you preffered
But strokes of fate
Unleased its power: hate
Its not yet late
To be each other's soulmates
"He," i preferred so much
Wanting his touch
Seeking for that match
Made in heaven, so please watch
How "she'll" extract
His beauty and love
His songs and poems
His words and notes
UNDONE
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