In my dreams I smell the rain A familiar figure passes through, With an obscured face that is in pain
A silhouette of a girl remain I suddenly got a shock of deja vu In my head over and over like a refrain
Encircled by white, none other plain I am no one, but who are you? The color of winter remains
Where morning reigns Imperceptible tear drops washes away dew In my head over and over like a refrain
In the dream of fragrance rain, I ask, what am I to you? Tied together like a golden chain
Awake and sane, A silhouette of a girl stares back from inside the blue, Encircled by white, none other plain I got up and left as I let my refection drain.
katbushana · Mon Oct 18, 2010 @ 12:29am · 0 Comments |