NAPATSORN TREESAP

I do my best just to make you stay,
Never knowing why you pushed me away.
A day with light evolved faster than seasons change,
Faster than the wind that blew him through a magical page.

A sacred place, abandoned within a minute —
Somewhere between the melody of his own name,
Somewhere between a truth and a lie was made.
Maidens and pirates of innocence,
Worshipping on the edge of fragility.

Delivered in an early March daisy
And an acid September rain,
Comes a life without you and me —
A dreamer lost in the scariest daydream,
And a love without a voice.

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