You Sat Inside There, Said Nothing But Stare

Standing under the sun and looking into the days Blood is boiling in my veins as time quietly sways Catching the breeze blown with fresh, grassy smell Grinding the past, as the clouds treacherously stay You sat inside there, said nothing but stare Bracelet on the ankle, which furiously glared This cave, where our promise was made Left me alone, and gone on your own crusade. That tree is still standing tediously today Broken dreams never have reasons to sway Shattered memories and screams, still lingering In summer nights, they give me winter shivering Standing under the clouds and look into these days Cold blood is boiling in my veins as time quietly sways Catching the breeze blown with wet, slurry smell Looking at the tree which shatters young dreams Grinding the past, as the clouds treacherously stay Mikhail.