In the heart of neon-lit streets, Where raindrops tap like forgotten memories, I paint my longing on canvas and dreams, Chasing a muse named "Luna"—elusive, spectral.
Her laughter echoes through my sleepless nights, Leaving trails of stardust in my veins. But Luna slips away, a wisp of moonlight, Cryptic notes scrawled in silver ink.
"Seek me where shadows kiss reality," The whispers lead me down dim alleys, Across rooftops where the city breathes, I am the artist, the seeker, the desperate soul.
Oh, Luna, won't you save me? My heart's compass points to your ethereal shores. Forgive me, Luna, for the wreckage I've wrought, In this void, my dreams lie shattered.
Through ancient bookstores and forgotten realms, I wander, seeking portals to Luna's dimension, Her laughter—both sorrow and secret—guides me, I am the bridge between worlds, my essence bleeding.
And there she stands, a spectral figure, Eyes like fractured galaxies, lips whispering truth. "Paint me anew," Luna says, her touch electric, "Redemption lies not in holding on, but letting go."
I trace her contours—the curve of her cheek, The hollows of her collarbone—my brush ablaze, Luna solidifies, memories merging with mine, The canvas drinks our essence, our shared regret.
Unyielding Luna, forgiveness blooms in your gaze, As dawn approaches, you step off the canvas. One last kiss, and you dissolve into stardust, Leaving me with an empty frame—a promise.
In the studio's silence, I pick up my brush, Tears blur my vision as I paint the sunrise, A fiery rebirth, a comet trailing across the sky, Luna's laughter echoes—not haunting, but hopeful.
Oh, Luna, won't you save me? My heart's echo chamber resonates your name. Forgiveness, a melody in the quiet studio, Redemption unfurls, like morning light.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
