The sun is pouring in,
Through the window and right onto your skin.
The wind so restless to play with your hair,
The angels envy your walk; with such flair.
You always bring a dance in your step,
And invoke jealousy and pain inapt.
Now I realise what I have lost,
My world shadowed by a dark holocaust,
Memories devouring me bit by bit,
And in the end I'll be Only a Myth.
(Ok i tried to rhyme, don't be mean. P.S : This stuff is all random, I didn't write it for someone in particular.)
