buddycat2
buddycat2:

Rinkaku
Follow the contour, While dreams and love turn colorless,
Share a promise that marks the end.
In a burnt field, I gather emptiness, Transparent white flesh, to this will o’ the wisp I dedicate poetry.
From a dream, From a dream to a dream, onto the glass road, From a dream, even tears disappear, From a dream, From a dream, waking up to this world, Even memories become a dream…
Caught as it flapped its wings, My heartbeat points it out, I strum out lies.
In the manner of a Realist, Endlessly delineating reality, “I want to be close,” Face transforming to a smile.
MINERVA
Randomly scattered wishes just Reflect weakness and nothing else.
The me who is standing here, What will I sing now?
“Not even allowed to hope.”
Do you hear her call of “Ready or not, here I come?” Miss It will catch you, and she will…

buddycat2:

Rinkaku

Follow the contour,
While dreams and love turn colorless,

Share a promise that marks the end.

In a burnt field, I gather emptiness,
Transparent white flesh, to this will o’ the wisp I dedicate
poetry.

From a dream,
From a dream to a dream, onto the glass road,
From a dream, even tears disappear,
From a dream,
From a dream, waking up to this world,
Even memories become a dream…

Caught as it flapped its wings,
My heartbeat points it out,
I strum out lies.

In the manner of a Realist,
Endlessly delineating reality,
“I want to be close,”
Face transforming to a smile.

MINERVA

Randomly scattered wishes just
Reflect weakness and nothing else.

The me who is standing here,
What will I sing now?

“Not even allowed to hope.”

Do you hear her call of “Ready or not, here I come?”
Miss It will catch you, and she will…