of the everlasting feeling that flies with the season
falling in and out with a hint of pink in the blue
swear to be absorbed each passing in the garden
every episode in every story, every spark been and due
dear god,
were empty tears bound to water my bloom?
is my crumbled soil worth be ridiculed and used?
will my leaves be able to reach a caring hand?
or am i to be left on my own to put death to my plans?
nights like this my questions lay unanswered
time pulls me away every second god stays silent
and my flowers in this garden, they're never a colour
i'm damned and tainted but this future seems certain
underneath the moonlight, your beauty's accentuated
only eyes like yours can fade my existence
transcend to someplace love stays ceaseless
flowers – absolute, come and never go
safe and sound in the home of another's hold.
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
cigarette spark
Poesiaa restricted love from the lens of a romantic; we'll be apart one day but behind these doors in these nights, we might as well just simply, be.
