The everloving sun cannot reach the pit
Of his dark despair.
Only the inconstant moon's pale light will
Shine upon her weeping face.
"Forget me not"
He said.
"Oh desperate love of mine.
For the tears on your face triggers longing
In the unknowing lover's eyes."
Every passing days remind her of him
And it gets worse at night.
No rising star will enlight his gloom
Much to his demons's delight.
"Forget me not."
She said
"Oh desperate love of mine.
For the pain in your chest triggers love and lust,
In the unknowing lover's eyes."
And she sings...
"Sweeter than honey
Intoxating like wine
I need you achingly
Will you ever be mine?"
Forget them not
Forget them not
And their impossible love
For the sadness in their hearts triggers nothing
In people passing by.
YOU ARE READING
Elisa's Song Book
PoetryThose are some songs I write, they have a melody but are lacking instrumental until I join a band.
