Fallen Eyelashes
The sun stepped in
before we fell too deep.
Because our love
is way too steep.
I'm pacing back and forth
unwilling to move to the north.
If silence is golden,
you've crowned yourself the King.
And my wound's still open,
unsure of what tunes to sing.
If its not accident,
what's the reason behind all this?
A reason.
Yes, one is enough.
As long as it comes out
from your mouth.
Then, preparation of reunion
is on the way.
And Faith that pounds in my chest,
can't help but wails,
"Come what may!"
Julius Kensan
( Sentimental Freak )
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