He Will Come Back for You
Shredded pieces of dying soul,
Patent rhythm of lost flowing tears,
Unbound by fate of living,
Dissolving fiery eyes shut tight,
Calmed by distant bird singing,
He will come; he will come back for you,
Guitar slung over left shoulder,
Suitcase in one hand,
Crimson roses in the other,
Eyes stinging with tears,
Crying and smiling with you,
As you, catch each other’s eyes,
Pulling away from the found embrace,
You will know you are complete,
Made distinctly for one another,
So do not cry pretty baby,
Because he will come back for you.
Written by: Amrita Lal.
No comments:
Post a Comment