sexta-feira, 1 de fevereiro de 2019

Battlefield

Through the foggy field
battles never met their end
Desire 
almost took me it all
or was it just your smile?
or was it just your eyes?

A swordsman without a clue
quiet behind the tree
never had a place to find
or was it just your smile?
Perhaps because you're kind.

a big hill one must climb
if one wants to be seen
And build a home free from the lies
To share a bond beyond the mind.
Let your eyes meet mine.