Always
the nights on that street
We , secretly meet.
Love, so unfair. To us
we always hide on backseat.
Always
a guitar on your hands
the last ballad we made-
our hearts has danced
Longest magic wand,
on the clock— hits its end
we stand, parted our ways,
as we softly removed each other's hands.
Tears, music, laughter and melodies,
are what I'll always miss.
blissful skies; where stars and the moon lied,
what I always forever long
is your serenade.
YOU ARE READING
Phrases Within His Shadows
Poetry" they witness his bleeding on the beauty of his shadows. "
