A feeling was hopping
chirping , whispering and clutching
Telling me
Don't stay where you don't belong ,
I said : The ground is mine , i will keep it as it was ,
I look up the moon in clear dark night ,
Missing the moon of my daylight ,
The story were simple ,
As the star said to me to make a wish ,
The moments of loneliness , frighten me
Like i was the only one left alone on the empty ground ,
No escape , No possessions of any pain left ,
I circled around , and plucked a rose that was never mine to begin with.
The ground said : are you happy now and Questioned back
Do u think the fading colours of the rose can keep your eyes warm like she did with her laughs , do you really think this is where you belong with the fading memories of your lonely love !
The rose , the moon and night sky
All of them were keeping the delight of me seeing me above my graveyard of time ,
The small droplets of rain were exchanging the fresh air with me though , the sweetest thing i had that night ,
I argued back : What do u think this moment define
The moon is still present in the gazing night not leaving the site while rain were whispering with the water of my eyes ,
Time goes by as the Shine of the moon gets dull while i dreamt of happiness for one last time ,
The ground said : enough is enough just press the pain and move on ,
the colour of your blood is painting me red ,
And the softness of your tears clutching my breaths ,
The chirping of your moan , shutting my ears ,
The whispering of your soul forcing me stop the harshness of the time but i can't cause i am not allowed to do it by any means cause it will end the earth so does your eternal love !
Stop it just stop the hurting ,
I don't wish to see the rainy blood coming from the depth of your eyes !
The soul was never Found !
As time clicked away , A century later , A picture of his love ,
Collected by The Dreamer of Heaven : A painters Workshop ,
She painted it with all the depth of Pain ,
And described it ,
like A charm of A Nightfall ,
Gazing through the window of hopes , but the sun never dared to Put up his clothes and sent A good morning message to him as the weather was never meant to be perfect again !
A picture/pain~ting still waits in the painter’s workshop.
The night has not ended
As
The sun never wrote him back.
chirping , whispering and clutching
Telling me
Don't stay where you don't belong ,
I said : The ground is mine , i will keep it as it was ,
I look up the moon in clear dark night ,
Missing the moon of my daylight ,
The story were simple ,
As the star said to me to make a wish ,
The moments of loneliness , frighten me
Like i was the only one left alone on the empty ground ,
No escape , No possessions of any pain left ,
I circled around , and plucked a rose that was never mine to begin with.
The ground said : are you happy now and Questioned back
Do u think the fading colours of the rose can keep your eyes warm like she did with her laughs , do you really think this is where you belong with the fading memories of your lonely love !
The rose , the moon and night sky
All of them were keeping the delight of me seeing me above my graveyard of time ,
The small droplets of rain were exchanging the fresh air with me though , the sweetest thing i had that night ,
I argued back : What do u think this moment define
The moon is still present in the gazing night not leaving the site while rain were whispering with the water of my eyes ,
Time goes by as the Shine of the moon gets dull while i dreamt of happiness for one last time ,
The ground said : enough is enough just press the pain and move on ,
the colour of your blood is painting me red ,
And the softness of your tears clutching my breaths ,
The chirping of your moan , shutting my ears ,
The whispering of your soul forcing me stop the harshness of the time but i can't cause i am not allowed to do it by any means cause it will end the earth so does your eternal love !
Stop it just stop the hurting ,
I don't wish to see the rainy blood coming from the depth of your eyes !
The soul was never Found !
As time clicked away , A century later , A picture of his love ,
Collected by The Dreamer of Heaven : A painters Workshop ,
She painted it with all the depth of Pain ,
And described it ,
like A charm of A Nightfall ,
Gazing through the window of hopes , but the sun never dared to Put up his clothes and sent A good morning message to him as the weather was never meant to be perfect again !
A picture/pain~ting still waits in the painter’s workshop.
The night has not ended
As
The sun never wrote him back.
