Living. Storming, monday's rainy.
Into wilderness and bewilderness holds among our feelings.
Should be Tuesday, Mondays I hate.
All of the week. All of my feelings. I love you.
Living. Should be living, not dying.
Into my world yours will be forever.
And your charming meaning of everything. Mondays I hate.
All of my love to you, my darling.
Living. Weakness of starters.
Into my weakness I surrender to your honesty.
Should be Tuesday, I would not love you.
All of the rain can fall in Mondays.
Jul 4, 2011
Jul 4, 2011 at 9:30 AM UTC
Living. Storming, monday's rainy.
Into wilderness and bewilderness holds among our feelings.
Should be Tuesday, Mondays I hate.
All of the week. All of my feelings. I love you.
Living. Should be living, not dying.
Into my world yours will be forever.
And your charming meaning of everything. Mondays I hate.
All of my love to you, my darling.
Living. Weakness of starters.
Into my weakness I surrender to your honesty.
Should be Tuesday, I would not love you.
All of the rain can fall in Mondays.