Walking on the road of my heart,
He cramped it.
He was the demon who shouted my name.
I turned back,
To see the wings,
That would help me fly where the oceans and the sky, met.
I tried saying something.
All he heard,
Was the wind painting words which I never said.
"I love you"
Dec 16, 2014
Dec 16, 2014 at 2:16 PM UTC
Walking on the road of my heart,
He cramped it.
He was the demon who shouted my name.
I turned back,
To see the wings,
That would help me fly where the oceans and the sky, met.
I tried saying something.
All he heard,
Was the wind painting words which I never said.
"I love you"
