Everytime I pull myself up
You come knocking with lilies
I peep through the keyhole
And I know how I love it
I'd been longing for flowers
you sell the best ones too
I abstain opening the doors
For I'd stopped buying from you
The last time you traded
roses full of thorns
Has still got me bruises
From things I still adorn
Yet I open the door
End up buying those lilies
Through my bleeding hand
Creeps in the willies
Tag: passion
If I don't let go now,
I'll never.
If I don't hurt now,
I'll forever.
I choose colourful pictures because these are candy days I've got an ocean to outpour a zillion emotions to save I've a colossal stretch of work many books awaiting to be read Thoughts to share and people to meet but work is probably insane Don't confound my occupied schedule as I compare it with candy days Days like these I love Days like these keep me sane
Unchained 