I'll turn into a song
when everything feels wrong
While the roses are still red
Intrinsically, I'll sing along.
While still I'll rise, and glance ahead
Until I entirely realize:
that im alive within these half dreamed dreams.
powerful to mind that somewhere glow sunbeams-
the inevitable engulfing night, remember,
's oh so shorter than it seems.
Wistfully forget
Or
gracefully remember,
I turn into a song-
and its a very solemn playlist.
Nov 21, 2018
Nov 21, 2018 at 5:37 PM UTC
I'll turn into a song
when everything feels wrong
While the roses are still red
Intrinsically, I'll sing along.
While still I'll rise, and glance ahead
Until I entirely realize:
that im alive within these half dreamed dreams.
powerful to mind that somewhere glow sunbeams-
the inevitable engulfing night, remember,
's oh so shorter than it seems.
Wistfully forget
Or
gracefully remember,
I turn into a song-
and its a very solemn playlist.
