Killing time
The night pushes on.
Moreover, single-handed lays me.
Missing your arms around me.
The tears roll down my cheek.
However, I lie still left.
I close the eyes and try to sleep.
To ends, I drop off with some old sweater.
Frequent until lies a sweater that is yours.
The fragrance I do not want to will disappear.
I embrace the hard and hope that it is left.
The morning comes and I get up slowly.
The day is gray and rainy like my mood.
Sometimes, I smile of an event when I speak with you.
However, find myself to happy again.
I try to take it easey.
I care myself presently only about us.
I care myself about it that is now.
Moreover, I know that my words hurt sometimes.
I hope you believe on that I know that you love me.
However, I do not have the energy to hold the light up when worry throws over me.
