The face that launched a thousand fireflies
I cannot draw your face,
No, i cant sketch any line.
Your calm resemblance
that looks like twilight
Yet sunrise at the same time,
Your invigorating countenance
Oh, how I'd love to touch it.
It cannot be written,
No, it cannot be put down into papers,
No, the pencils cannot handle it,
No, I'll just stare into the paper
And imagine you were there
Staring back at me.
No, i cant sketch any line.
Your calm resemblance
that looks like twilight
Yet sunrise at the same time,
Your invigorating countenance
Oh, how I'd love to touch it.
It cannot be written,
No, it cannot be put down into papers,
No, the pencils cannot handle it,
No, I'll just stare into the paper
And imagine you were there
Staring back at me.
***
0 Reactions to this post
Add CommentPost a Comment