Nov 2017
As the time starts to fall,
Grain by grain,
I wonder if it is her fault
That she did not respond,
Or mine that I tried too hard;
Or not enough at all.
Grain by grain,
I wonder if it is her fault
That she did not respond,
Or mine that I tried too hard;
Or not enough at all.
Few grains remain...
Maybe none past today.
Maybe none past today.
