*The roses had wilt
The bridges we built
Shattered with blood and tears
Of antagonism and of our fears
Yet at midnight I caught myself
Half-awake collecting the ashes
Driven away by melancholy,
Shadows of your light abruptly vanishes
You, you are still on my memory
Vivid and colorful, I discern the hue
Of the all the photographs we never took
And the empty frames hanging by a hook*
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 11:29 AM UTC
*The roses had wilt
The bridges we built
Shattered with blood and tears
Of antagonism and of our fears
Yet at midnight I caught myself
Half-awake collecting the ashes
Driven away by melancholy,
Shadows of your light abruptly vanishes
You, you are still on my memory
Vivid and colorful, I discern the hue
Of the all the photographs we never took
And the empty frames hanging by a hook*
