Windy night, take me away
Through the darkest skies.
Let the moon start to play
With my bloody scars.
Everything is gone today.
Baby, please, don't cry.
Let me fly so far away
With night butterflies.
Don't beg me, I won't stay.
And don't ask me why.
I just chose a different way.
Sorry and goodbye.
YOU ARE READING
Through the pain
PoetryForgotten notes of burnt pages. Image copyright belongs to Miroslav Boskov
