The soul seeks solace in the silence of solitude.
had wilde been been born into the 21st century and been influenced by the doors.. he probably would have written something similar.
Thank you, love. I don't even know what else to say to this :')
We lead strangely interwoven lives, don't we?When your star turns red, mine bleedsNights dawn into days while we whisper togetherAnd our dreams, fears, verses sow kindred seeds.
Your words show me the insides of my heartYour tears show me my painYour laughter, strangely, sounds like mineAnd we both love the summer rain.
had wilde been been born into the 21st century and been influenced by the doors.. he probably would have written something similar.
ReplyDeleteThank you, love. I don't even know what else to say to this :')
ReplyDeleteWe lead strangely interwoven lives, don't we?
ReplyDeleteWhen your star turns red, mine bleeds
Nights dawn into days while we whisper together
And our dreams, fears, verses sow kindred seeds.
Your words show me the insides of my heart
ReplyDeleteYour tears show me my pain
Your laughter, strangely, sounds like mine
And we both love the summer rain.