How foolish I feel to be jealousOf one that can't treat youAs I could.Each night,embraces youAs you sleep, your soft skinCollided together in tranquil..
The tick of the clock,Monotonous.Longing to sit anywhere but here.I yawn and let my mind drift,But every river leads to the same place.Such a tranquil..
The inspiration of the morningSimiliar to that of one's coffee asThe sun rises and the birds no longer chirpAs it gets cold and time passes byWith the..