Bed of Proses.

xiv.

King

Comes faster than a blink of eye,
Feelings I thought years have been died,
But it was not the right time.

Left you empty in so many months,
He's still the one you really want,
I'll be patient for that day to come.

Paper planes touched fire have burned,
Pillows are begging to stop weeping and mourn,
Can't help yourself stuck in the midst of a storm.

And if you look things better than before,
Time may bring me to knock at your door,
Wanting my own to be all yours cause...

Fix your heart from the places where it been,
Shine like stars as far as man can see,
In the middle of the crowd,
forever take turns dancing,
You will be the queen,
and I will be your king.

Paint your heart,
Turn into a timepiece,
I will be the artist,
This love would be a masterpiece,
You will be the queen then,
I will be your king.