Hope is like that pale orange fight shimmering on the horizon in this early morning hours, And like the stars in the lonely night sky with no place to go when dusk falls.
And all this aching memories of you are floating through my burning veins; letting my scars glow in a dark blue reflecting the colour of your weary eyes.
Let’s dance to the tranquil melody of our love; a waltz of peculiar sadness & profound melancholy. Underneath the velvet night sky of somber thoughts – witnessed only by the most vivid stars.
