night.
alone now
I start to sleep
and dream of you: a perfect angel.
Darkness is stilled
Moon oddly red
the night so dark
until the morning - perfectly bright.
once we were friends, a special bond
then we were lovers
souls were exchanged
or so it seemed
now
you're a whisper in haunting dreams
ripping away
shards of my heart
the night is time
to follow dreams
until the morning
Sep 16, 2013
Sep 16, 2013 at 11:10 AM UTC
night.
alone now
I start to sleep
and dream of you: a perfect angel.
Darkness is stilled
Moon oddly red
the night so dark
until the morning - perfectly bright.
once we were friends, a special bond
then we were lovers
souls were exchanged
or so it seemed
now
you're a whisper in haunting dreams
ripping away
shards of my heart
the night is time
to follow dreams
until the morning
