I wrote a poem... never stopped since |
I'd rather be sad with you,
Than be happy with someone else...
I miss the days we used to talk,
About every little thing...
Fade within where the shadows lie
Gone beyond the absence of love...
I miss the days we used to talk,
About every little thing...
What if I said that I never cared?
That I only pitied you when you weep...
You came into my life, trespassed into my arms...
~Su...
Why does love consist in a world without any care...
Did my fiery heart just summoned another flare...
Softly, the end of summer |
In the silence I can see |
I'll say it again in case you're confused |