Sitting in the corner staring at the burning candles, I know you're hibernating somewhere under the moon but,
I need to smell your perfume.
My friends think I should be in an asylum because of the radiation of the sun blinding out their envious eyes,
they don't see the love that we have.
When dusk arrives,
I will take off my shoes and walked across the stars to reach you
I try to connect the dots of the winter triangle
wishing you meet me halfway and stretch your arms out for me too. Our campfire flame- will fill up the darkness of the night that will make the fullest moonlight blushed.
The town clown walking as stars crumbles under my footprint as your face vanished like the summer rain before my hands touched your face. My voice echoes in the canopy of heaven to catch your sweet voice sing, but only petals of loneliness remain.
Straitjacket should become my daily attire,
because even the moon seems to be laughing at my pain. The sun hides as my sanity leaped off the cotton candy cloud. The sunset bleeds to a dawn-tinted that revitalizing your dose of beauty and joy, becoming my playground of romance. Bubbles of memories tickle me into the sea of love to see your light again before the splash of fate takes it away once again.
Sometimes I think my fantasy and reality is playing a silly game.
But when the sky clears, I'll walk on the stars that show your smile so clearly, and your whispers caressed my ears.




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