Recciel's Poetry

FIRE

The evening sounds started to slow
But I can't even know
The eyes of an old man
That fulls of fun

Your smile that I can find once
And make the last glance
I engrossed my sight to a red lights
Covered the beautiful nights

The story of yours
Was told by a chords
Inlove with the stweetest sounds in the world
Its been a long time since I prayed to the Lord

Make my wish come true to give me a man like you
But this is the time due
Our last nights to be remember
Under this fire full of nightmare

My fourth prince for three years
The clock toned near
Saluting to my gentle man one last time
Thanking for being part of mine

Putting the water to kill the fire
Forgetting the white aisle
Realising the kite on my hands
Together we shout our anger in minds

Goodbye my man
We would never grow old by chance
Hoping that you'll meet a better half
And wishing that you'll feel the real laugh