I cannot make the words understand
How much I miss you, like a roaring thunder longs
For its billion volts lightning in a summer night,
Like the storm is called by the aching desert sand,
Like the writer misses the raindrops on a windowsill.
So scared I was, the thought of losing you resembles
The fright and grief of unsaved lines, lost poems.
The thing is ... I still miss you like the morning dew
On the petals of a flower that failed to bloom.
I tried, but could not make these lines describe
The way the monsters enchained in my head
Begged to be left out, scribbled on my mind's walls
And started to shout, to escape a silence too loud.
Demons broke out, sorrow cut through my heart
And the red fluid flowed, colored a blood moon
Eclipsed the midnight sun, painfully beautiful.
How much I miss you, like a roaring thunder longs
For its billion volts lightning in a summer night,
Like the storm is called by the aching desert sand,
Like the writer misses the raindrops on a windowsill.
So scared I was, the thought of losing you resembles
The fright and grief of unsaved lines, lost poems.
The thing is ... I still miss you like the morning dew
On the petals of a flower that failed to bloom.
I tried, but could not make these lines describe
The way the monsters enchained in my head
Begged to be left out, scribbled on my mind's walls
And started to shout, to escape a silence too loud.
Demons broke out, sorrow cut through my heart
And the red fluid flowed, colored a blood moon
Eclipsed the midnight sun, painfully beautiful.
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