cacian
04-08-2013, 06:16 AM
you curl up
to a promise
to will there is
solace
an ideal a closet
to burst with wishes
hopes
but then a tear
falls out
sudden
out of the blue
from underneath
the true
it strips away
the ray the maker of the say
and banish self belief
it's almost late to grief
a promise never preach
to a promise
to will there is
solace
an ideal a closet
to burst with wishes
hopes
but then a tear
falls out
sudden
out of the blue
from underneath
the true
it strips away
the ray the maker of the say
and banish self belief
it's almost late to grief
a promise never preach