
Originally Posted by
kuyabog
music turns into senseless noise
bright sunlight darkens into oblivion
the lost, abodes in the void
without love, all that remains
nothing but delusional hope
while sunsets reminds of passion, warmth
without love, it is winter all around
cold truth, cuts and bleeds the soul
of memories, treasured past
lighted candles upon distant altars
without love, poetry is mere gibberish
does your heart beat for love?
answer me, before the next sunset
or the night takes over
there may not be more sunrises
along this path we chose to trod upon..
upon which we trod this path
where more sunrises may be over
or the night skies or the next sunset
answers your question, does her heart beats for love?
gibberish is mere poetry without love
in some distant altars of lighted candles
where the past, treasured memories
which once bled and cut the soul
of cold truth around winter
that without the warmth of love,
the passion of sunsets
all that remains is the hope, nothing delusional
with love, our abodes are not in oblivion lost
where sunlights brighten the senseless noise
and turns it into music
when everything is with love