when I wish she would enter those doors, to where her names were carved in each and every inch of those wall. Im afraid, that maybe shell run to a better place. For I am just a man, with a heart painted on these walls, of her name, and her smile.
My wall speaks for me when it shouldnt, it ref lects unto every spectrum of smile that it could f ind.
It ref lects.
And die. Wither, and painted back again.
I wish,
that she would understand,
of how I grace her name to every lips that I can f ind,
of wanting them to know the beauty of the air she brings with her, of every dance she is in.
That her move swings my heart, full of joy.
That her troubles means my pain.
Bleeding, my heart.
How I wish, that she would understand, that the lights shone upon her trails, when I solely misses her, so much,
That this f lower, will never again bloom, but into sorrow, it must go.
And that in my silence, every beauty in the kingdom, speaks to me of her beauty. I weep in the dark, in my cold wall and silence, and utter,
Of these walls that I painted my heart
out... how come I am the betrayer
And as such.
My silent love, speaks.
