Hey
We will grow old
Little things we saw odd
Will be our sorce of happiness
Time holding us on harness

We will wish to be young again
To escape the pain
Just like rain
Never to go back again

She writes her text
Full of love
To her lover
Few emoji to be catalyst to her heavenly love text
Wish she saw her man then

On his 14th cup
He held the baldy girl as trophy
Never to answerr the text
"Goodnight i love you, am sick"he replied