And Emotions Are Spilled

A morning epilogue with all colors grey
Lapses on the street with discourageds pray
A never ending grief ever dishazed
Laughters forgotten inside the past

How fast they have drowned
Years from this empty way
That when the wind blows
Whispers your name

The autumn prologue
With all it’s griviance
Dishaze the memories of crestfallens
Every day, every second
Behind other’s way of lives

Bleach the hopes, wash them from greed
Take time to clear your mind
Figure your thoughts under the sun

Concealed in black and white
Never get old
Never get young
Lives are kept in the street behind the time

There are times emotions are spilled
From bottles of defeat
To the scars of past

There are times that I walk alone
After traces I will never find…