Desert of time

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

How do you feel over the sound of time?

Ticking away till love is as black as you?

 

That peace of the clock shattered is mine

Not that it mattered

But I remember your cool lips

Your cold skin

It is my sin

Making me numb in a casual manner

Though, your warmest touch flows through my blood

And I fall in your raving flood

But time can be such a sentimental little thing

It lulls my heart, as it sings

I’ll walk through this desolated desert made for us

And thirst for waters lust

 

 

Tell me, how do you feel over the sound of time?

Ticking away all stars that were mine

 

Reviews

[jennifer little]

nice and beautiful work keep it up