My story, Yours
from where I stand
from where you do
the moon glows big and slithered
and the sun rises and sets
as flowers spread gently across
endless gardens and green expanse
as walls brutally shatter
with holes and empty frames stands
until the moon don't shine,
until the sun explodes
I will follow you through time
until the bell chimes
a thousand times
so I can call you, mine.
Comments