Perfect, by Aly Wane
When the Night Falls Down,
Tripped by everything, dissolving sound,
You are nothing but a cup
And my heart hasn't had enough
of Sipping your Brightness
When the Playtime's done,
Losing the Illusion if having fun,
You and I are broken up
And Nothing we can do will touch
Yesterday's Brightness
But still my Heart remains a Shrine,
And in the end, we know ourselves Divine.
Nothing is Perfect.
We are still yearning and Perfect.
When the Wind grows old
And everything of value has been sold,
We are staring at each other
Looking for another Lover
To renew the Sun
Nice one Aly.
maksmoore 1 year ago
@maksmoore Thanks, brother. Peace.
wanealy 1 year ago