You’re like the cold wind bare
Or the rain from seventh heaven
Doubt it all, but trust my stare
A kind of high, that I’ve been given
But sometimes I overlook
And put things off the hook
A wishful mind was always there
I’ll take care, and that I swear
It’s not funny
What we did and how we dared
It’s not funny
The moments that we shared
Seems like a damn sweet hope
Shakin hands with someone new
Having fun climbing up the slope
And slipping down for stuff to do
But sometimes I overlook
And put things off the hook
A wishful mind was always there
I’ll take care, and that I swear
It’s not funny
Cant help what goes inside
It’s not funny
The ‘sad’ in me just died.
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