Play of Romance
Cold Moon,
I call her,
As her angry face,
Makes me feel,
Her lips covered with snow of ego!
Shivering winter,
Her warm heart didn't give a place to!
Withering romance,
All over the room,
Finding pity in the ocean of her eyes!
Love will fall, and rise again,
A...
I call her,
As her angry face,
Makes me feel,
Her lips covered with snow of ego!
Shivering winter,
Her warm heart didn't give a place to!
Withering romance,
All over the room,
Finding pity in the ocean of her eyes!
Love will fall, and rise again,
A...