Stared into a blank piece of paper.
Wondered if it could give a wonderful counter.
If the pieces were left to fall back.
Then what's the deal with this death contract.
That roof no longer shelter away rain and shine.
No more bedtime stories no more calling you mine.
Surveillancing the motioning crowd from light to shade.
What meets the eye are just crossing unfamiliar traits.
Sturdy this facade had ever seemed to be.
It's time to leave and hand over the key.Sturdy this facade had ever seemed to be.
That roof no longer shelter away rain and shine.
No more bedtime stories no more calling you mine.
6:43 PM
