Sewing My Feelings
It's a never ending story
written by Shiva himself.
Now, turning into a memory
and I look up to seek like an elf.
Slowly,
it was dying a natural death,
covered in white clothes
of unsaid feelings and warm breath.
I tried to connect now and then,
my lord, Shiva,
knows about this...
How and when ?
I don't...
written by Shiva himself.
Now, turning into a memory
and I look up to seek like an elf.
Slowly,
it was dying a natural death,
covered in white clothes
of unsaid feelings and warm breath.
I tried to connect now and then,
my lord, Shiva,
knows about this...
How and when ?
I don't...