3
read desc
24 Jan 2022 04:32 by
black imagination
I don't have any art for you
the Image in my head,
is blocked by this non artistic hand of mine
the city glitters and glow,
this fire of mine is too dim
I hold it,
in the corner of the world.
I don't have any art for you,
I'm sorry.
my past,
dragged me behind.
the city glitters,
my hand, is too cold.
if one day, I come back to this place,
will you still appreciate me?
let time start flowing once more,
and everything else.
if one day, I come back to this place,
will you still allow my
hands to draw some wandering wind,
or something.
but I still don't have any art for you.
at least, for now
I'm sorry.
the city glitters,
I don't know why am I afraid
I don't have any art for you
I'm sorry.
even the people that I once let down,
are disappearing.
I am sorry.