Feb 2018
Sat on his lonely canteen bench,
Time
to
Think
of
You,
Aching helplessly inside his chest,
Remembering
the
Time
His
Soul
Flew,
Stuck inside a mind at war,
All
The
Time
Begging
For
More.
Time
to
Think
of
You,
Aching helplessly inside his chest,
Remembering
the
Time
His
Soul
Flew,
Stuck inside a mind at war,
All
The
Time
Begging
For
More.
The feeling of loneliness is infectious. JYx
