alone in the dark,
watching the star,
hear the voice of wind and wave,
cold crawling in his skin,
flies trying to attacking him,
but do he care?
while his mind is always thinking of you..
the lonely one is waiting for you,
to hold his arm,
to bring him to the garden of thousand lilies...
and so...?
cet....betul ke gua speking nih
No comments:
Post a Comment