the words I would rather not say
now flowing, raging & continuously
through the deep silence of abyss
pushing desperation and blind intentions
dispelled, my walls turned to rubbles
and now I submit, I'm out of contention
As I look back, you thread forward
Before the dawn, I found all the reason
the adoration and infatuation
water-worn and might be broken
it is the despair of not knowing
and the pain of certainty
that plays the irony, perfectly
the brightest of the flames of destiny
are bound to exhaustion; die soon
Its too late but we held on
to fragile hands of salvation
And all the things that we left unsaid
echoes in every corner
wishing this time its forever
-L. M. Paragas
now flowing, raging & continuously
through the deep silence of abyss
pushing desperation and blind intentions
dispelled, my walls turned to rubbles
and now I submit, I'm out of contention
As I look back, you thread forward
Before the dawn, I found all the reason
the adoration and infatuation
water-worn and might be broken
it is the despair of not knowing
and the pain of certainty
that plays the irony, perfectly
the brightest of the flames of destiny
are bound to exhaustion; die soon
Its too late but we held on
to fragile hands of salvation
And all the things that we left unsaid
echoes in every corner
wishing this time its forever
-L. M. Paragas