It's almost winter.
I sit in here, shiver.
Reading a story.
About a bit of glory.

Hot cocoa.
A bit of sugar and "moe".
Songs with lyrics.
Clock ticks.

Time goes by, slowly.
So do I walk, to my bookshelf of stories.
In this near winter, with my hot cocoa.
I want that little bit of "moe".

Temperature is high.
It's scorching outside.
Yet I had to go to school.
Trying to keep myself cool.

It's so hot, the leaves are shivering.
It's so hot, even people are burning.
Yet I had to go school.
It's too hot to keep any cool.

I still have to study, although it's so hot.
My brain is burning, but fear not.
Because I know, deep in the sun pain.
Sooner or later, there will be a rain.

"Oh darling, what is love, at least for you?"
"Oh honey, love is what I can't understand too.
It's filled with excitement, passion and sweetness.
The feeling that makes you feel blessed."

"Oh honey, what is love, in your thoughts?"
"Oh darling, it's something I can't understand enough.
It's candy, hugs, pats and anything that's sweet.
For someone like me, it's a party full of treats!"

"Oh darling, what if there was no love,
Where would you be, what would you do?"
"Oh honey, if there was no love,
I wouldn't be here, talking to you."

Flashy lights.
You and I.
Walking through the pathway.
Decided to stay.

Beeping noise.
Doors closed.
We got bored.
Laying close to each other on the bed.

Only tonight.
Only you and I.
With lights and doors closed.
Happy tears shed.

City at dusk.
Wind blowing dust.
I stand outside on the balcony.
Letting the wind hit me.

The clouds space from each other.
The sun is sinking down lower.
Streetlights are lighting up.
Pouring my tea in a cup.

City at dusk.
Enjoying this is a must.
And I know.
You're enjoying it too.

The cold wind blows.
The streetlight glows.
You hold my hand, keeping me warm.
I stood there, keeping you in my arm.

The stars shine bright tonight.
The moon's full circle is nice.
I gaze upon the sky.
While you shine bright in my eyes.

Just two of us, tonight.
Making sure everything is alright.
Love, warmth and happiness.
I only wished, time was endless.

Gold and silvers.
Literature.
Everything is valuable.
Yet my brain seems disabled.

Poems and stories.
A lot of tries.
Everything is fancy.
You just need to have some energy.

Everything is difficult.
But not doing anything is a guilt.
So however impossible it is
You can do this.