In my eyes, your thought, is a flower
wild and unknown
indulging me
intoxicating me
with in and out the realms of my dream.
There's a portrait in the blue canvas, painted
with the ink of my eye
Thirsty voice
lend me a pinch of life
Let my benumbed veins bring blood for my heart.
The cactus night withdrew its thorns
The glimmering moon fallen in water
in spite of envy
when she saw
us making love with each other
No comments:
Post a Comment