Pen - pen: Disarm my Pain

PHONE CALL

Starry night and you're with me,
you've plucked a rose beside the sea,
a rose with thorns, but full of blood,
the blood you lose to bring it with glad,

we've walked on the side of the shore,
i made a song for you,
that's start with four,
1 2 3, is a waste of time,
like saying I love you to the person whom you're fine,

don't show them all the feelings you have,
for they will only judge you,
but how can i be happy,
if they want us to be parted? the more i seek thorns on the roses,
the more i feel the hurt,

we used to love the things with heart,
we didn't use our head at once,
messages from my phone was blank,
the calls i've waited for long,
I'm just here in the shore waiting, singing your song.

Blocked with air,
Sensing the shallow water,
I played the sand and draw a heart,
Sandy, tingling my eyes,
Till I ruined my sight,

I never tried to cry over a phone call,
A simple shallow water never received such salty downfall,
Nor Sandy beaches received a crying soul,
Only roses with thorns that pretend to be so role-less.