it was a hundred miles away
from my thoughts to your soul
it was as cold as december
where should i possibly
go?
if
it's
a dream
or a fantasy
or could it be
real?

i
tried
to
wake up
on my own feet
but
i
feel so heavy
my mind
is as blank
as a paper
without
written back from your
thoughts.
It is kind of a mess, sometimes.
it doesn't follow
patterns nor rules to crash.
i was hoping
till late at night
that you'll remember me
perhaps,
will
you
think
of
me?