Coward's confession
Whispering my ache to the wind,
Hoping it'll carry my love to you.
Writing the feelings of a dying heart
On the rusty pages,
Hoping someday maybe,
The wind will carry them too.
Thinking of you when the sun rises up to the sky,
Eating up the darkness,
The same way your thought shines bright,
In the black hole of my mind.
I'm a coward i know.
Not when I've to protect you,
Not when you need me,
But when my heart aches a little more,
To tell you,
About these feelings
About all the words
So here I'm again
Laying down on the deathbed
Created by my own mind
Whispering your name again
While the darkness spread over the sky.
But this time,
There'll be no sun to shine...
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