INTROVERT

And I will always tell you
How could we spent the day tomorrow

And I will always tell you
The way i have to get through this night of sorrow

But how can I tell you?
Evening came you got it blew
I am drowning in my floating words
Seems tomorrow getting worse
When we shared windmill of afternoon
when you stared twilight not the moon

 

August 12, 2007

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