Choking on every seal to the captions
Lost in the mist of memories
Detangled in recessed peaks
Stolen away were sanctities of glory
Embellished in the beauty of simplicity
Forgotten was never of the moments
Even peppermint tea couldn't settle the endure-ment
There were no lens fit to script the cure
There was no air breathed without harming the lost love
There were no words and visions of comfort
There was no timing capable of healing
Staggering were the knives stabbed deep
Into the heart of me
No comments:
Post a Comment