• shahid11 10w

    Hush

    I lay beneath the canopy
    For the hard hit sun
    My baked forhead
    Yet no wrinkles
    Those ocean eyes
    Fogetting the draught
    Heartbeat is acting sloth
    Still no sign of peace
    Those days of yore
    some fogotten promises
    All of mine in debt
    and all of yours for sale.