Monday, June 12, 2017

The Seasons of my Life

Meeting you is like embracing disaster
Loving you is like conniving with death
The pain and the sorrow that you gave me
Is like putting me to the edge

I've learned my life living alone
But crimson gray heaven
opened up a new light
Someone new is coming

Fantasy is not that bad
As long as you know how to
Separate reality from fantasy
Secret things comes alive
In a room filled with love potions

The crimson gray heaven is finally blue
The violent storm calms
With the help of your loving arms
The blazing fire of hatred
Has finally become lush color green

Maceh #03

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