When all the doors are closed,
Before the sunlight touches the earth,
I can't breath,
I can't see.
My head is spinning,
It hurts so bad,
And yet, my thoughts keep on singing...
Oh, those lovely songs,
How I love them so,
They make my feelings be so worm & lovely,
Can it be true?
I turn around,
And see a face,
Of a long mythological boy.
A boy I loved,
A boy I wanted.
And so,
Here I am...
Crushed again.