The sunrise is blushing pink,
seeping through gaps in the curtains...
I don’t want to write a story
That has a happy ending...
When you had the chance
To fly...
A cluster of engraved birches
personifies a love of old...
What do you call a heartbreak
That feels like your heart ain't there anymore...
Tell me what it is you want
Take it and be on your way...
'Tis quite balmy here by the bay
dally I may and sand I play...
I've remembered your name once again...
A hundred nights have passed since then...
Even after all this time
You don't know what you want...
"Better to have loved and lost"
Isn't that what they say...
I'm living in beige in this box
Where you've pigeon-holed me...
The older I get,
the more sleep eludes me...