I know a place which still I keep warm
Whenever I'm lost, in my mind it would form...
In the mirror
a place time forgot...
I want to tell her about you,
how you're not the kind of loneliness...
In springtime first I spied you fair
and lovely as a fleeting dream...
The pavement their pitch
a busker and an addict...
As trees keep falling
The sound they make would be us...
In days gone by the wind blew soft and new,
Just like a lover’s soft caressing kiss...
If my heart was a rose
Would it be as black as the ashes of your love...
A musty shoebox
letters tied with faded bow...
With measured verse, I tried to make you hear
But meter fell to unromantic yards...
I think you were the view.
You gave these heights...
Ticking seconds ticking fast
Leaves comfortable sameness in The Past...