Lost for wordsAs i lay solemnly on the soft pillow,
the sad classical song playing by the willows.
The smell of the quiet dark night,
the sounds of the lonely flowing tears tonight.
Catching a slight glimpse of the vivid words,
all i see was a lost sobbing girl who loves.
Wish i may; Wish i might.
Wish upon the shooting stars this cold night.
Extinguised thoughts running throught that little mind,
everything seem to form a long never-ending line.
My heart moans for the crave of love,
My soul calls for the power of hatred.
Show me what is righteous now,
everything was nothing but a foul.
I play the game; I choose the way.
Now it leaves me with no regrets.
ilu