Snowing with shattered fluffs of corn.
I sit here thinking at those lips
Reminiscence of shadows blowing smoke
You scatter deathly trough my veins.
And yes, the memories persist
It\'s running
The tears are drops of sweet serenity
Finding yourself within your inner chaos
The broken glass now doesn\'t seem to be
Small shatters of your dreams becoming dust.
There\'s no importance if
