Yesterday was a fine omen
Gray blankets the afternoon sky
T’was a happy Monday; ergo, no poem
Sooner or later I will get to cry
Still missing your dialogues
How could I let this happen
Never gave you any satisfaction
I must now reflect — the epilogue

Underneath the crimson blanket of the dawn
Between the moonlit sky and crying sea
I find myself sick, wondering where you've gone
I miss us, underneath our willow tree

Where you at, milady?
In pain and sadness I feel
Come back to me, please!

I yearn for you, my love, your tender caress
Us beneath the summer rain was divine
But now you've gone, and I sit alone, distress
I'm here, waiting for you my valentine

they say life always finds a way. they say that all of this is an insignificant event that is leading to nothing. but the truth is far from what we can comprehend. blue is green and red is yellow. everything is all. microwave.

+rep, great communication and very friendly. Trade with confidence!

recon fast we dont had pause now

fast trade. tnx

+ rep!