Lighthouse and the Whaler (The)
White Days
Ink and Pen were under her hand,The color leaked through the papers edge,Compose words, what you meant to say,Her words get stuck as her pen is swayed.Don't--Don't reply you have come to the end,Like the boxes were slight,I will never unfold, no never unfoldHold your head high above what you meantDon't pretend to repentI will never unfold, no never unfold again.Even when all her thoughts have passed,The world seems clear now she's emptied her head,Where she hides behind all the words she spilledLike a veil of text that she's draped behind.Noo---Don't reply you have come to the end,Like the boxes were slight,I will never unfold, no never unfoldHold your head high above what you meantDont pretend to repent,I will never unfold, no never unfoldEven when her thoughts have passed her head seems clearer nowHer words are empty, lost and coldShe's lying to herself.
From Letras Mania