As the things has been through, As the date has been flew, by the wind. Just close your eyes a moment, let your mind rest and let go all the burden, my dear. No matter how far you are, i always close by, in your mind or your sky, i present in your heart. When the night is cloudy, you still wake and lonely, look up. i will be your waning moon. Never will be shroud by the doubt or savy waves. When the sun is glaring, covering every road, they are shining and blinding. just imagine, i am the shade, i am the cloud, i am the breeze. You will not be lonely. When you are in doubt, all the problem is out, you feel like the world have come and againts you. Just change the things, you know you can do it. Just stare back and stand tall and still. Everything. Has been seen. Everything. Has been said. You know everything. You know what i feel. There is nothing i could hide. I always be here... and always... be with you. @lavender_drop
Your "I"s are not capitalized, Riajuu go explode!!! Damnit, I tried reading for the second time before tactical retreat in fear of nausea again.
things 'has' or have? EDIT: nvm..I am guessing this is by someone who is not very good at English after reading the entire thing. but the feels are good!!
My love ... i have found and lost you ... all in a single day, now i wander the wastelands, looking for a single speck of dust , to point me in your direction ...
I assume English isn't your first language because the grammar is all over the place and the structure is poorly done with metaphors that aren't really grandiose enough to work well for a sonnet
If this person is ballsy enough to to tag this "art" then it better fucking at least make sense in English
*bows to all* i am sorry for bad grammar as my mind is kinda muddy because of my health condition. I did not make this piece as perfect one nor a things to pick upon. I made this lyrics with direct translation. So... one word is not synch with other as they stand alone with their own meaning. *bows*
I think lavender is pregnant and it's his way of saying sorry for freaking out over the baby but it was nice
Waited for an Art about a person dedicated to his love, instead, read a man making a poem for his gf. In a thread where loners would enjoy reading novels. Just give me a gun and end my life...
Oh, no wonder it felt like it was from a song. Welp, keep at it bruh! I'm sure the effort is what counts. I wish you good luck in health and love.