Imagine an old-fashion departure in a copperish train station, I wonder If I'm able to afford such romance:
Thereupon a horizon shall extend between us, but if you can believe it's too short a departure, they'll only be far as the steps I took to reach you.
That's all, just felt emotional.
Oh my god, I cant believe I'm so maudlin at times, parasympathetic over-activity maybe.
Through
Niveous rain fogged an eventide,
I limped a frail man the storms could rip.
Trust not the criticise,
they dont see the frail in me.
Trust not the sympathy,
they dont see the limping out me.
The steep slants endlessly skywards,
before the arrival of a night
none can depict starry-
before I tell.
Scribbled during my times of lost, as a defence to the 'criticise', well at least it got me to you guys and this.
I limped a frail man the storms could rip.
Trust not the criticise,
they dont see the frail in me.
Trust not the sympathy,
they dont see the limping out me.
The steep slants endlessly skywards,
before the arrival of a night
none can depict starry-
before I tell.
Scribbled during my times of lost, as a defence to the 'criticise', well at least it got me to you guys and this.
