another night rises.
And my heart has still been robbed by you.
What will you do? What will you say?
If it all turns to sense I might understand.
Until then, I will pick each sunflower that could be close to your beauty,
Just to show you how much you mean to me in this world.
And I will hope it matches your soul,
And how beautiful you really are,
As alive as you are.
No comments:
Post a Comment