Are you thinking of me, cause I sure am of you? Tomorrow the lockdown will be beginning, and heaven knows it's cruel.
I have already waited for a month, so what's two more weeks to go? However, there's one truth that every, lonely lover knows:
These clocks tick a little slower, and the nights are twice as cold; when you're waiting for the warmth of a lover, whom you wish that you could hold.
O, the nights are twice as cold, and the winds they sure do bite; when I am staring up at the Moon, oh but can't see your light.
All on my own - Now that's quite the fright. I am staring at my phone, waiting for a hello or a goodnight.
All on my own - Now that's quite the fright.
O, the nights are twice as cold, and the Gin loses its kick. I am staring at the ******* from across the room, now I'm falling to the floor; the gloom begins to set in, as I lay on boards; I can't hear the clock's taunting tocks nor ticks... anymore.
Are you thinking of me, cause I sure am of you? Here's another poem that I have written, yet another that I won't show you.
Cause the lockdown may be cruel, but at least I could survive.
IF I ever make you cry. IF I ever be a fool. Then Bae, there will be no surviving for me, knowing that I murdered you.
Now, I will just stay up tonight, and keep thinking of you. Now, I know that's it's weak, but it's all that I can do.
Can tears be a note? Or would they be a little, silly joke