When the city sleeps, the chill of loneliness is bitter..
As cold as the snow ..
Inside the four glass walls, me and a candlelight
How lonely... how agonizing...
You're not here to put me to sleep with your melody
You're not here to kiss me in moonlight with a cup of coffee in the morning
You're not here to fuss over me when dirt falls into my eyes
You're not here to clear the confusions of my heart
I'm here, you're there, the loneliness makes the minutes as long as years
The sky is here but the blue is there, how true it becomes!!
A hundred times I wrote your name in my planner
As I wrote, ants crept all over, did your name turn into honey?
PolarTwilight blogged at 12:15 AM
May your light shine...
in the darkness...
