Black and white is a union of monochrome,
The union is indivisible, as is familiar.
The path of the moon leads straight to the house-
I give in to sleep, but with feelings in a coma.
The leaves of the sunset were burning fast,
Cotton candy was sticking to my hands,
The rides were flying higher
How hypocritical, you knew everything...
these is strikes on the skin again
Stupid! Naive! Think about all the same:
pass so many dams and I can lose
that I could always maybe choose
Vows to the grave,
fake girlfriend,
ChocoPie
ranks and shade
maybe day
maybe night
I will tell
I'm alright
all your words
and my chords
not away
may comforts
The path of the moon leads straight to the house-
I give in to sleep, but with feelings in a coma
07.10.2021
Monochrome
© Copyright: Виктория Роне, 2025
Свидетельство о публикации №125091402777
Свидетельство о публикации №125091402777
Рецензии