It's Too Late For This World To Feel Love Again
Days of sleepless nights,
drops of infinite tears,
eyes of constant pain,
is what i had all years..
listening to the
remote music of life
roaming through my thoughts
into its beautiful lullaby..
allowing my soul
to rove into the distant places
bearing with them their solitude,
baring with them the
agony that the world had caused
for leaving them alone,
for leaving them carelessly
with no sympathy ..
trying to be like the clouds
as they move away
when the thunder appears,
trying to be like the clouds
as they wait for this ablaze of anger
calm,
and then come back with the
beauty of white
subsiding away their pain..
infront of the mirror i stand
feeling the god in me dying
and crying for help
when it's already too late,
when it's already to late for this world
to feel love again ..
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