Perhaps, You Are Not Fate of Mine
Perhaps, you are not Fate of mine
In days and our Night is endless
Oh, solitude and emptiness your sign
Is near, no help the world is careless
For woes for suffering for cries
Of mine, I draw your face in dreaming
It is so glamorous it dies
You’re not my bride in thoughtless screaming.
And I still cherish my mirage
It melts reality is killing
There is no love I lose courage
And hope that mourning sky is stealing.
Copyright © Serge Lyrewing | Year Posted 2017
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