My heart
not so stupid anymore...
For the final time I will steal
one last sip of your bitter cup...
I may wear a yellow dress
to laugh at the mad waves...
Carefree life they lead with a smile
Hiding mischievous thought in their eyes...
Come again, be a sight I desire wrapped in
a further unforeseen summer...
Her mind-
a collection...
People have picked me up
from a dusty shelf...
Can't fall asleep
I'll try counting sheep...
Sweet sounds serenading the town folk
Music notes fill the open world...
A cold breeze rushes past me,
sending chills down my spine...
I said everything is wrong
and she asked me to write about it...
Living young and dying free
That's what it's like to be me...