From broken pencils,
to erased dreams...
From joyful shouts,
to sorrow filled screams...
From not wanting to be left out,
to finding peace in seclusion...
From loving the cheers,
to enjoying the exclusion...
From choosing the colour,
of our wasted precious art,
to avoiding being honest,
just to avoid being apart...
From hours of crying,
in our mothers' lap,
to hours that slur past,
from crying with the sound of tap...
From talking non-stop,
as if the dawn is never ending,
to realising mid-sentence,
that their beliefs are unyielding...
From being scared of night,
to finding courage that it cast,
We all did grow up,
too painfully fast....
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Mellifluent
De TodoIn presence of the sun, We share golden redamancy. With warmth of all you, A chrome day, our requited love paints. ------- Come to me, O little hero, marcid in all your glory, melting in hell, yourself taking all in, a heavenly abditory. ========== ...
