What If you're a tender flight

and I see only ghosts

amongst the night

that cry of cruelty forgotten?

 

What If I am not a treasure

and keep hidden thoughts

written with my secret letters

and my ink that nightmares molds?

 

Your eyes would never see 

the stars upon the sky,

the sky you think belongs to me.

I could never reach so high.


Will you order end of time

and stop my memories of sorrow?

Steal away this life of mine

and praise me in the grievous morrow.

updated by @an-marie-kalus: 11/30/16 02:44:44PM