Why Mi Amoure by Ogri Sarah Mathilda (@Mathillss)

My heart screams out loud
Why mi amoure...!
Shot down in pieces
Helpless in my own swing
This ship so big so beautiful
Why mi amoure?
U leave me not
Like the wind blowing off
My wrappings unwrapped by you I choke for breath.
Flown into ur arms
I lay flat on this rock and sand
That's once bore our writings
Why mi amoure?
Where are the days of smiles and trust?
Your perfume my garment leaves me tormented with every sniff
Why mi amoure?
Where did the storms blew our ship to?
Tell me no it never wrecked,
Tell me no it never sunk,
Tell me no! mi amoure...
Tell me you love,
Tell me!! I love you..
Sing me my lullaby forever together
Cuddle me rocking slow
Rocking slow
Till your soft hands, brushed against my cheek
Reassures me of peace and hope
The glint can't just be gone
This story mi amour leaves me shattered and thorn
Bring me home mighty sailor
Home....... Where memories of this broken piece lays not
For I really believed this tale was a happy ever after one
Why mi amoure...
Why....... Leave me shattered
Why mi amoure?
Why mi amoure
Written by Ogri Mathilda Sarah

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