*i wrote this when i was 12 so its not all that great
the morning passed
and so did noon
now sitting under the twilight moon
we've been sitting here since 5 pm
and not once getting bored
although neither of us has yet said a word
its getting late and darks coming on
the sunset's color have long passed gone
it time for me to start heading home
but i don't want to be alone
it was one of those days
where you just sit around not saying much
but at the end of the day
you walk away
not feeling bad
because it seems like the best conversation you ever had
