A ranging wind..
A ranging heart.
A storm.
I curl up my body..
twisted..
from our reality and my fantasy.
Oh, old soul,
a hope of you in a distance
a chance..
to touch (your hand)
to caress (my soul)
Telling,
My Love, I am with you always.
But I,
always..
always,
woke up in a dream
Of you leaving me behind.
Your hand,
Leaving mine.
Your words,
Your smile,
Your Love..
It is all for someone,
not mine
I curl up my body
and cry..
My love,
Why have you forsaken me?.
