The dark silhouette of a forgotten rosein a forbidden garden of love, what kind of delicate fragrance of forgiveness it seems to tell my heart about.
We made a home for our wishes in the stars;while forgetting they were meant to be only the beginning.
Some expect everything.Some expect nothing.And at the end of the daywe all look at the same world, just with different colours in mind.
I wish that all your childhood stars settle on your dreams so you still see them shine while the world may to forgets them.
I wish that all your stars settle on your dreams - so you still see them shine while the world may to forgets them.
I wish that all your starssettle on your dreams- so you’ll still see them shinewhile the world may forgets them.
We always have a choice left maybe it is not the last or the first one.But is still a choicethat is worth changing our lives.
What our love dreads the mostis the fear of never loving -not the thought of followingthe wrong heart.
I touched each staryou collected for me in vain only to see my sky fadeinside the glimmer of a dream.
The lights are goneyet your absence makeseven the darkness tremble -for nothing feels as empty as a placewithout you.
And between allthose eternitiesyou realise that art & lovemy be the only thingsthat stay long enoughinside one's soulto make an impression.
We’ve all carried too much;maybe that’s why,when we lay down something,it feels like everything is leaving, and yet -too much remains.
For the ink is the same each day but the words are blooming in coloursno one has ever seen for my words are flowers,and your love is a garden.
