For All That Matters Is Morrow, With Me.
Love is not a joke, but my heart is one,
Care is not a thing, but the soul is done,
I live only for you, the breath is none,
And now that I found you, my world is done.
'cause it's you...it's you, my relief and pain,
It's fair from fair, in terracotta's reign;
I can put all astay, to make it rain–
I wrote your name on clouds, it became rain.
Even if I plant the sky on ugly
flabby skins, I spread the sea, in snugly
gentle breeze, you would controlled my ugly
heart and mould me like Adams, such smugly...
You are my liar, yet the truth I speak,
What else does heaven seek, a grim-light peek?
Nonetheless shall I say, for all I seek:
That fate toss you to my breast; all I seek.
You're the false, yet the positive in me,
Evening may turn to dawn; for all cares He,
New times are worst to old times; all cares He,
For all that matters is morrow, with me.
"words from the innocent mind"