Immortal souls

by Schizophrenic

Madness is making me mad madness and my melody may be get in my blood with a blade , silence and the sound of painful truth cracking my hope but you are there still holding that yellow rose while its raining and the gray clouds separating , and the sun is rising beyond the rainbow with colorful rays of joy , setting your tears dry and it draws a smile on your soft bronze skin making you glow like the moon in the clear summer night , in your eyes now i see a passionate thought about you and me , one day we will be as you created the moment in your imagination so sweet , touching each other souls , feeling the warmth of immortal love that will last eternally

Submission date : 2009-11-20

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