domingo, 24 de maio de 2015

United Kingdom...?

Would you read me if the letters where in the sand?
Could you interpret sentences which never end?
Although I may write on crooked lines...
I mostly write about our sweet sorrow lives.

Do you need to read to know what I say?
When my soul is entangled to yours sailing away...
Can you not read my facial expressions?
Or perhaps accept my simple directions...?

I'm facing the sunset of another chapter,
Yet, on this one I found no laughter...
I might be sad and gloomy I hate to admit...
But I'll be even sadder if I decide to quit.


Sem comentários:

Enviar um comentário

I feel the ropes of the ship tightening as the wind picks up... The boards crank and moan as if they had something to say, As the silence ar...