I lift my voice to let out color, but it all detaches to dust and sorrow.
The unmistaken misfortunes stay calmly untouched
the way they should be.
Because, listening can make your emotions thinner
trust me.
It is as real as opening a window,
as real as letting the breeze chill your space,
as real at the last kisses taste.
Be careful with your sympathetic heart, it can crumble and turn to flames
so, find your own hand
don't let go
the grasp of yourself, is as important as so.
It might take forever, but remember
the detailed shades of your life,
will never wonder
moments are tied together,
so you'll never forget
that instant
ever
Jul 8, 2014
Jul 8, 2014 at 10:40 AM UTC
I lift my voice to let out color, but it all detaches to dust and sorrow.
The unmistaken misfortunes stay calmly untouched
the way they should be.
Because, listening can make your emotions thinner
trust me.
It is as real as opening a window,
as real as letting the breeze chill your space,
as real at the last kisses taste.
Be careful with your sympathetic heart, it can crumble and turn to flames
so, find your own hand
don't let go
the grasp of yourself, is as important as so.
It might take forever, but remember
the detailed shades of your life,
will never wonder
moments are tied together,
so you'll never forget
that instant
ever
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