Do you know what grown up is?
When you become more lonely,
and forget the fairy tale.
Silver hairs become your crown.
You told me two lonely hearts,
are eager to touch each other.
My heart is burning like hell,
I guess ours will never unite.
Hoping this is only a nightmare,
I hardly try to wake myself up.
I no longer can see the stars,
that used to shine in your eyes.
Our memories they will remain,
as sweet as the sweetest dream.
Remember that though you are alone,
my shadow is always behind you. |
Submission Name: Maturity and Loneliness
