missing pieces inside the vault,
missing someone and that is your fault.
but to be loved by you would be sweet like the pink skies,
and to be loved by you would feel like having thousand of butterflies.
a dream i never knew i'd be dreaming,
poetic letters just for you, my heart's always screaming.
world of bliss, you'll be ruling it,
a bland heartbreak that i won't be seeing it.
because you are the light of my life,
always and forevermore, until the next flight.
YOU ARE READING
Desperate Nightmares, Old Habits Die: Prose and Poetry
Poetryi live in a poetic life but dying from your poisonous lies. we live in vain, so we drink until we get drunk in our own mistakes and sins. but still making out with the devils, but in the back of my mind, i'm with you - haunting me stunningly.
