Old light phenomena


I crawl back to bed

Following the trace of the tears I’ve shed

Old light phenomena of black light panorama

Wasted years, silent aroma

Pick me up from the net

Broken hearts are always soaking wet

But mine is glowing for you instead

A contradiction of my mind wishing I was dead

I have no remorse for what I said

I want to give you the only thing you asked from me

We shall grow old and kiss under the park’s tree

Finally discovering of what is love made…


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