He was dancing with his eyes closed;
He was always hiding behind the pavements;
People will never understand his secrets;
Behind the afternoon laugh;
was the sorrow hiding within;
He created his path dark and Glum;
but with He's s hope, he may pass the endless journey;
I wondered how many tears dropped off his face?
He's cheeks are pale and sad;
How will the uncanny lady addressed his bizarre affection?
But after midnight, He'll change back to his devastating skin;
Sour and hopeless;
Her hands could've damaged his sensitivity;
but why serendipity destroyed every morning that may pass?
Am I too late, I do not want to bid farewell;
Please do not give up;
Even if the doors hath closed;
Please do not look back;
Please continue walking;
this ol' lad, yes [ME] I'm always waiting;
watching the clock change its face;
Waiting and humming the same tune we made;
I might lose this voice;
Points: 306
Reviews: 36
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