Wednesday, 11 May 2011

Song beneath a song.


Reply
show details 3:11 AM (0 minutes ago)

Twinkling admist the blurry lights
When a journey, began
The thick and thin lost its firm
I, comforted by concern.
Naïve and uncertain, you don't realise
As deep and mature and nice
Too late it was to sense,
Comforted;  by presence?

But she promised we'd never fall for the same.
And I promise to never take his name.

So explain to me this ain't a love song.