Maximilian Hecker
Wilted Flower
A Magic bullet against your droughtWere sumptuous rainfallsDreary whispering of how you loveSun-baked objectsIt?s a little strange how you walkAnd I still hear your withered talkI am bloomingI am bloomingWithout youYou?ve lost your tears in a vale of dustYou?re a wilted flowerHow could I now miss your faceAs I?m watered in a shower?It?s a little strange how you walkAnd I still hear your withered talking
From Letras Mania