• introvert_speaks 5w

    Lost in the clouds

    Lapse into the lane memories of old times.
    Ended into the middle of blues and delusions
    Though you pass by, I stray lingering with thy smile
    Vague piece of hope that shimmers to dust
    And I still yearn the abstract dream all of the silent nights
    Nothing changes the keen desire to hold thy hands.

    Glimpse through the vibrant mess of whiskey clouds
    Love walk me down the unworn streets of the town
    Escape the uncertain high and dry days, I'll show you the golden daisies
    Nevertheless it's a passè but that sojourn dream is a souvenir.