It was a pallid and red afternoon
Everyone would be home soon
Everyone and anyone except me
For I already and unfortunately,
am where I should be
Come by, come by,
For some cinnamon tea
We could gaze at each other's eyes
Despite how sad this afternoon may be
But dont let the small talk
Go on for so long now
Then perhaps you might see
The neverending longing in my eyes
Sep 24, 2025
Sep 24, 2025 at 9:12 PM UTC
It was a pallid and red afternoon
Everyone would be home soon
Everyone and anyone except me
For I already and unfortunately,
am where I should be
Come by, come by,
For some cinnamon tea
We could gaze at each other's eyes
Despite how sad this afternoon may be
But dont let the small talk
Go on for so long now
Then perhaps you might see
The neverending longing in my eyes
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