Johanna's High
Pinches Of Ceiling
An excess of reaction from the TV to the static Christmas blissAnd the pictures that surround youSeem to fidget - change position every time In a mess of brightful lives That I can't deny to seeHow I hope you're feeling fine Upon that shelter While I'm Still exhaling Hazel-eyed Deep perfume of devotion In remembrance of your tearsWhich made me drunk of endless heights -But you stare at the luminous tree With a smile that no one elseBut the Christmas lights will kiss again And my mourning's drafting Kamikaze raindrops to destroy all This silence, so sham and pathetic That's our last fragile shield.
From Letras Mania