I dream of a day where flowers bloom and birds sing.
I dream of a day where only happiness greats you and I.
I dream of a day where you and I could talk, but I dread the days that I don't know what to say.
I dread the days alone, the nights get longer, the cuts get deeper.
I dread the days were sadness is at my doors pulling me by the neck.
Most of all I dread the days you're not here.
Aug 10, 2015
Aug 10, 2015 at 12:29 AM UTC
I dream of a day where flowers bloom and birds sing.
I dream of a day where only happiness greats you and I.
I dream of a day where you and I could talk, but I dread the days that I don't know what to say.
I dread the days alone, the nights get longer, the cuts get deeper.
I dread the days were sadness is at my doors pulling me by the neck.
Most of all I dread the days you're not here.