when a sunset rises within leafs , claims my mind into words
which was impossible -
but I split the red lipstick
the only - who called me the dramatic one
which these flavors are tasting rude
And the way i couldnt talk
so - the urge to ask everytime
but to see the revolutionary dawn
- these drafts... like moths
in bold -
the pride of feeling - days - months
has been passed -
to ask - to feel - to see - to overlook
however, at the end there's nothing -
just that sunset translated.
so I could obey my heart
© E.