Only Beautiful Songs Here.
Only Beautiful Songs Here.
In the quiet of the morning, when the world begins to wake,
I find myself remembering, for goodness gracious sake,
The whispers that we shared, beneath the moon’s soft gleam,
A love I thought was boundless, a beautiful, waking dream.
We walked together, hand in hand,
Through laughter’s shore, through sorrow’s land.
The days were bright, the nights serene,
A love so pure, a bond unseen.
What’s the point in holding on,
When the dream is already gone?
The road ahead is far too long,
And love can’t always make it strong.
I know deep inside I’ll never be,
The one you need or deserve from me.
There’s nothing here, no solid ground,
To build upon or stick around.
Red roses bloom, a symbol of our love so true,
Their fragrance entices, capturing hearts anew,
But roses have thorns, sharp and sly,
Wounding the soul with a single try.
The petals fall, scattered in time,
Memories fade, love lost like a rhyme.
No matter how much I beg and I plead,
You won’t return, ignoring my need.
Was it my fault, or did you change?
Is this the end, are we estranged?
