NAPATSORN TREESAP

My thought is knocking at your door 
And our favorite film at two tonight
Your face’s still hanging in my closet— I fight
Not trying to wear what I like, what I adore

Red light from the scene and the love of you and me
Keeps crawling to my bed, haunting me in dream 
Still embracing with the moonbeam 
Against the frostbite seasoning with sweet tea 

My timid caught you looking at its darling eyes 
Strange night brightens with a painful melody 
Painting with the dream against our reality 
Filled with tragic verses and sad prose rhyme 

Never seems to stop thinking kneeling at your knees 
Digging grave deeper as no one will ever see
I buried my rosy rose with a real loyalty 
And mourning for our love 

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