Where am I going?
Feels this heartbeat dying somehow..
Maybe it's a dream, a beautiful one?
...
Once upon a time,
there is a crimson rose,
Fallen and broken, almost torn apart,
Near the street of the town,
...
Waiting
If only for a moment,
Before the light fades,
And we return to darkness once more.
Then the light steals beneath the window pane,
and softly falling to the dark inside the glass,
waiting for daybreak to come by,
as the rainy night still there, outside.