LOVE is sometimes not getting any easier, is it?
We broke the frame of a kite, in a windy fusion
For too long it just might, the black string was loosened
Dangled and whirled lightning, in the sky,
can no more be at sight, I want to twirl the untied:
before all blurs that cannot be right...
The rain is tears falling without amend yet already tasteless in the end
Love is sometime not always arrive, is it?
"I want to cry" you said. I may soon become at ease, as
I listen and listen, to the last song that is about to cease
a three-quarter hearted masterpiece, by an almost disbanded band.
