I promised her a poem
But I don't know how to meter
I wish I could tell her
How beautiful is the weather
If she is by my side
Even the dark clouds fades
Turning the skies so blue
Creating a twist in our fates
I wish I could tell her a new story
About the sun and moon
Or how she has the stars in her eyes
But I am late and they took my rhymes
Sooner or later I must tell her
How breathing is mean less
If I can't whisper her name
Sooner or later I must tell her
That my hands are tied
If I fight alone
But she do must know
That I gonna be true
And for her I'll go through
May 11, 2014
May 11, 2014 at 10:42 PM UTC
I promised her a poem
But I don't know how to meter
I wish I could tell her
How beautiful is the weather
If she is by my side
Even the dark clouds fades
Turning the skies so blue
Creating a twist in our fates
I wish I could tell her a new story
About the sun and moon
Or how she has the stars in her eyes
But I am late and they took my rhymes
Sooner or later I must tell her
How breathing is mean less
If I can't whisper her name
Sooner or later I must tell her
That my hands are tied
If I fight alone
But she do must know
That I gonna be true
And for her I'll go through
This is the first, maybe the last, but this is my everything.