A wound laden with salt.
A hope with a million springs.
A black and white photograph.
With all our pains within...
A fading echo from the microphone.
A seed of our sins.
An uninviting baritone.
A battle we never win...
A key lost within ourselves..
Just one of those unnamed things.
A map to a road that leads nowhere.
A dead leaf in the autumn wind.
A tomorrow which never came.
A night with lights so dim.
A song which we made together.
A song we never sing...
With all our pains within...
A fading echo from the microphone.
A seed of our sins.
An uninviting baritone.
A battle we never win...
A key lost within ourselves..
Just one of those unnamed things.
A map to a road that leads nowhere.
A dead leaf in the autumn wind.
A tomorrow which never came.
A night with lights so dim.
A song which we made together.
A song we never sing...
2 comments:
Nice colors. Keep up the good work. thnx!
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The lines were really good, as usual... but I think that in the last line would be better like this:
"a song that cant be sang forever"
what you think about this?
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