Sunset
Why sun leaving is more beautiful than the sun in present? Why do we wait the sun go, so we would enjoy the moment? And then.. we wait it to come again and be warm, but why is there no beauty for us within her fullest form?
Our love is like a sun, being most nostalgic in colours, when we know it’s going, we’re numb… strong feelings are moving towards We are certain she is coming back…I think I am sure? Still, why am I already searching some wistful cure?
We should let her go... disappear behind the mountains. Giving us the show, over green fields and flower fountains. Then, we will sit and watch and realise what she has done. giving us warmth, showing us light while we run. See, she was selfish like that, stayed only for giving and now she is gone, she gave us our living.. If I could see her once more, I would smile and fill my heart, to show her I really don’t want again to be from her apart…
She came, he smiled from love there was born a child. But the day was so long, he had other things to do and far away his smile yet from her flew So, like the day before, sun just loved until she was completely alone she couldn’t give more she was suddenly for him again unknown.. …
Our love is like a sun, being most nostalgic in colours, when we know it’s going, we’re numb… strong feelings are moving towards
We should let her go... disappear behind the mountains. Giving us the show, over green fields and flower fountains. Then, we will sit and watch and realise what she has done. giving us warmth, showing us light while we run. See, she was selfish like that, stayed only for giving and now she is gone, she gave our living.. If I could see her once more, I would smile and fill my heart, to show her I really don’t want again to be from her apart…
Stars You came like a star appearing in the sky, you landed without even saying one “Hi” Rocked the world on which I was standing and breathing with a bit of a storm..what I was not seeking. It’s strange how stars, make us believe in some things, they make us wish, they promise us wings. The thing with stars can be that they are not real, but if you get attached, you must be ready to heal. My eyes can see, the sky is so far, there is no way there, with bike nor car.. Still I see you, so far yet so near, I still have this thought, not getting close enough, this fear. stars You don’t have to search, they light up each day, some days they’re visible, on others, clouds hide them away You are like a star, who I know is up there, how long or how bright, how far or where? This is what makes this so full of beauty and pain not knowing if today sun shines or it will rain... It’s strange how stars, make us believe in some things, they make us wish, they promise us wings. The thing with stars can be that they are not real, but if you get attached, you must be ready to heal.
They say, If u make a wish, it might be come true.. If I’ll make a wish, my wish will be YOU