Everything is for acting
I am an entertainer...
A black and white
photo of...
As the
fireworks explode...
Your amicable compliments
paint my sky with shades...
I quite miss the uncertainty
of the roaring gales of fire...
Let me sleep
as the night bleeds stars...
On your grave, today, there was
a sun ray that wouldn't leave...
As the moon rises from behind the mountains
it sheds some light to where I am...
I write all of these things
that I'll probably never speak a word to you...
From a murky window, I watch you disappear
Through dusty picture albums, your face is not so...
They always asked
who you are...
the tinted glass
steals away sunlight...