Last night I was thinking of you:
How you came without our consent!
How you would leave, against our will!
When you are gone,
We return to routine.
Days will drag on -
A well-oiled dull machine.
We will miss you -
All the fun you give us.
Fresh morning dew
Will be covered by dust.
Nov 14, 2019
Nov 14, 2019 at 2:54 AM UTC
Last night I was thinking of you:
How you came without our consent!
How you would leave, against our will!
When you are gone,
We return to routine.
Days will drag on -
A well-oiled dull machine.
We will miss you -
All the fun you give us.
Fresh morning dew
Will be covered by dust.