February 28, 2022

wicked game

he was the sun
shining upon the tomb
of your hopes and dreams
so frail...

she was the moon
painting you with her glow
so vulnerable
and pale...

...

he was the wind
carrying in all the troubles
and fears you've for years
tried to forget...

she was the fire
restless and wild
and i was like a moth
to the flame...

1 comment:

Stivsko said...

CanciĆ³n de HIM