Nothing really matters to me

By Maria

Haunted by my own ghosts the pearls sped

through my face

My utterance was silenced in this loud world

of rush and race

My vulnerability rushed me under the dark clouds

to seek comfort

But then you held me close enough for my wounds

to be recovered

The warmth of your closeness dominated the cold

I love you for blessing me with the skies of gold

They say our days are numbered but once in a blue moon

they'll see the plethora of our eternal love

There'll be shades of grey, sparks of red and

nights of blue

And Darling,

Nothing really matters to me, but you...

By Maria