Lonely Boy

It’s cold outside
The wind is so fresh
Nothing can strive
It’s cutting through flesh.

Lonely boy
Looks at his star
And all he can see
Is her being so far.

Raises his hand
Touching the night
The feeling is sad
But love burns inside.

Driking her tears
In silence and alone
Wished she was here
Wished she was home.

All he can do
Is closing his eyes
Hoping for you
To lay by his side.

Lonely boy
Opens his eyes
You aren’t here
Where are your arms ?

She’s my muse of inspiration, a treasure of the gods, such a hard road to find her, and still a long way to reach her. But I won’t stop, I won’t look behind. I love her.

©AXOMME on 12-07-2009.