Not Young.
This is just a place to get more personal with all of you who might know me from wherever.
Well whatever, hi there.
You are too beautiful for me
Pillow of hands that props my falling head
I confess the one and only truth
Only you and music exist in the blank of my mind
Sometimes they envy and ask for the impossible
So we use to loosen the dam of tears on people’s hands
But it’s sublime We’re significant
& we suggest love than any other words
Even though they say things change everyday
It’s always morning then night for you and me
& we go the same way the thornbush of ordeals
With my hands, I pray for that we will stick to each and be together like Saturn’s rings
The beautiful harmony
I draw it on a paper, get asleep and wake up then look at it again but the harmony doesn’t die
We melt down in forever like that.
