In Search of Answers
Why did the spells of yesterday
Abandoned on narrow, long streets of mist,
Betray me for chasing storm clouds away
With passion and hope and not my fist?
What will I have if no one’s there
And your warm embrace transforms to dust,
If maybe one day you’ll stop to care
Letting Earth swallow me back into my past?
How could I ever see light through this,
Not giving it all for what you deserve
When time and distance outweigh a kiss,
What narrow purpose does my love serve?
Copyright © Nazarov Mike | Year Posted 2015
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