The garden of
Our muse,
Has lost its charm.
Come again,
To shower a bloom.
The moon flaunts
Too much,
In your absence.
Come again to
Show him,
Who rules the eve.
I've forgotten to
Write.
I have forgotten
To feel.
From the ruins of
Our love..
Bring some thorns,
While you pass by..
I might need a
Prick to bleed.
Come again,
To make me breath.
Come again,
Let me feel.
Come again, darling
To show me another
Dream.