Singing the melody
of my morose
praying the welkins
to answer me
I walk down the
nostalgic memory lane
Composing a
harmonic symphony

My journey commenced
with my dreams
Innocence always
reigned my throne
Alas!
The jealous world
overthrew it soon
And now that
knaive me is gone

I miss her,
everyday,
more than anything
But she's buried
deep down
in some sly corner
It's been a while
since I've been searching
But all in vain!
That joyous feeling
is still a foreigner.

In the back of
my mind, I see
An image of me
Chained
by the shackles
Waiting to be free.

°-°-°-°-°-°
A/N: yeah, those weird faces coz idk when I wrote this, hell!! I don't even know what de couer means anymore!?!??