Comments about sophie ding
Red lights flashing, I sit here idly with you
too, in silence, our minds racing
end of summer, clear night with cool wind blowing
warm hearts Beating, in rhythm,
completing us. its space diminishing.
time plays a trick on us. I want
more, but can't make things more conflicting.
the feeling of bittersweet
the memories of each other
in the stillness of the night
when we seclude ourselves from the rest of the world
its all too sweet to last
this is only a dream
this can only be a dream
dream of us falling in love
unwilling to admit this ...