Been to different places
Seen a lot of different faces
But only you stuck on my mind
Think about you every time
In every shadow I see you
I hardly even can go through
I can see the moonlight in your eyes
We can stay here till the sunrise
My fingers in paint
My mind is not saint
My life is not vain
Just let's dance under the rain
We can go to places we've never been
Let's feel the sunshine on the skin
Let's catch the summer wind
Maybe now you can take the hint?
YOU ARE READING
metanoia | poems
Poezie𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙞𝙖 [meh-ta-noy-ah] • Greek (n.) the journey of changing one's mind, heart, self, or the way of life. Cover photo is made by me. All the rights reserved. If you want to quote, please mention my username.
