You are the only sanity in this oblivion
this craving for you is an obsession,
parted from you,i am diseased,i cant heal
only you,my tranquil senses do feel,
So let the rain of ardour pour down,
the dry me,wants to get drenched,
let the sun of aroha,shimmer on my face,
the cold me,wants to get warm,
Let the serene breeze blow through your body,
the blazing me,wants to get calm,
let the amaryllis of love blossom,
the deviant me,wants to live again...
No comments:
Post a Comment