Darkened the alley, my eyes, and the sky,
And memories, a lullaby,
On darkened streets.
My heart, it whispers... a mere lie,
Used once too often to defy -
Reality. It beats.
And whispers - does not want to cry,
And fancies eyes, empty and dry,
Cold. It repeats...
The symphony. Now please, stand by,
It still awaits for the reply,
(Yet the eternal, cheats.) |
Submission Name: Divided...
