May 2014
As it outbreathed the same yellow light,
The street light purposely hid a smile,
I watched it once, I watched it again,
Smiling it was stuck, crying I walked a mile.
The street light purposely hid a smile,
I watched it once, I watched it again,
Smiling it was stuck, crying I walked a mile.
talking to the streetlight just outside my hostel room window in the third floor in my last day in college.
