Grasped this gloomy thoughts,,,
Inside my little room at the moment,,
Overflowingly with the gloomy emotion,
As it's on the paper and the pen records and every disillusioned,,,

Strolled off a long way
Whether I'm weighed with a heavy heart
And I can talk about, for hours long
And you would be listening to the each and every words within my thoughts,,

I want an ounce of your care and attention
For I am a page inside my life's book
Whenever it describes a one just despair,

Wandering through the non distance way of a road
Whenever it defines a feeling of blue
And only non-side with you by my side
To the end road and only through the solitary long road.
And only to the big moments of my time, lonesome.
And you would be my company afterwards and next
Whilst the dust of nostalgic ,,, us , way too heavy.
At the center of a heartfelt note I'm looking for a way to open heart,
And that extended road for a missing prevails no long distant anymore

in between of a overflowingly a lonely minute of my time, I am to show us a state of a two person, playing of a togetherness.
In a crowded state of an area, I am Somehow one a gloomy thoughts,,
Whenever I am aspiring, amidst a crowd of ,with the friends
You be gaining my affection
Anytime no matter that, I'm a wholehearted willing of ones heart
To be having shown an empathy and compassionate
At anytime no matter if I am to be having that sort of sympathy
With you
And I am as a person being overwhelmed by asking too much

Being in a friendship like you are
Being next to you
Being am lonesome as oneself are
I am to urge a promise
When one's can be loving a humankind
I am to be passion about one melodic of love as you are
Being next to you
Gives a voice to the friendship among a crowds

In a hardship of time I only single you out
In the drama of a lack of willingness with you
I am a definition  of together wellbeing
To be having been in love with a village as to being I and you are
With the childlike wings of fly
I am ability to take a hop.

In winter, when the flakes of snow falls down
There has got to be a moment before
Where the fall season have got a heavy weight of the winter ready.
What a lovely moment of the summer turns into a season Fall.
Rest in It's warm serenity of rainbow is bounty of the Fall seasonal.

It's only of a many-hued, colorful occasion of a year that is the rains of the start to fall.
On the cheeks of the pumpkin seasonal is an autumn colored and blush
Only in September of every year
There's a shade tone on features.
While every one couldve fall in love with
When it's only one week early and everything fashioned by the brown pigment
Every piles from the luck chances is by the means of the eliminating a depression,,
As of the every autumnal evening turns into a memory of sadly nostalgia.
And the total sum up the color of the red, brown ,yellow and orange, designed neatly at the each side to side
Together with the each of the features of autumn.
Such tender resides with the every quality in autumnal reminiscence.

on the other side, to the one and only particular tales of nightly, there's from the beauty, of a doll stuffed toys of,
There's a play of a big world from the elegance.
One can find a gateway for a taught entertainment.
No matter how I'm any occupied mind of that
There's an of peculiar way to tell a story of a world as an amusing.to have taught me.
It's a drama
Of a child's play
To stand out
And even a motion object.
I want taking that part of the easy to learn luckily of a daydreaming as from the child's play.
Marks a piece of the childlike manner of you.
To be learnt and having an efficacy of a world full of an entertaining.
For me
By you
Of equivalents
And that orb is one moment of reaching out for the writting to memorize.

living many years of my life,
Maybe I've been entangled in this feeling;
To perhaps there's a chance for a reunion
Reflecting on oneself ,
and perhaps there's a chance for being listening
as to the one thousand and one nights the sweets of a tale.
Yet, there's a share of the nightly stories of grandma
Alongside of it,
As if there's a oppurtunity for a nevertheless a time passing interest.

When being an example and a model for those beauty of, whenever it takes
A solo share of grabbing ones heart,
I am too enthusiastic and however about a story of you
Just as the entire day
that unfolding the wings of care and tenderness.
maybe I'd  find a one split of the portion from yours love
When it's all about you in this affection..
If to me, there's a bit  of the memories from the Many past years long
and marks in addition anything,
of a sevineur

when being in love,thee
For I am in love with you
And having a care, of you
For I'm to protect, me, I adore you.

living many years of my life,
Maybe I've been entangled in this feeling;
To perhaps there's a chance for a reunion
Reflecting on oneself ,
and perhaps there's a chance for being listening
as to the one thousand and one nights the sweets of a tale.
Yet, there's a share of the nightly stories of grandma
Alongside of it,
As if there's a oppurtunity for a nevertheless a time passing interest.

When being an example and a model for those beauty of, whenever it takes
A solo share of grabbing ones heart,
I am too enthusiastic and however about a story of you
Just as the entire day
that unfolding the wings of care and tenderness.
maybe I'd  find a one split of the portion from yours love
When it's all about you in this affection..
If to me, there's a bit  of the memories from the Many past years long
and marks in addition anything,
of a sevineur

when being in love,thee
For I am in love with you
And having a care, of you
For I'm to protect, me, I adore you.

When I was writting in an endless way to ponder over
It was entirely a new direction for me to step in

It was then, at a preparation of the get gathering
Alot and full of the sweet stories has happened,Meanwhile,
during the grandmother plans of a party to the house.
Once , and an object to the day before.
A lengthy hour prevails a new friendship.

In my mind, A beautiful way to flourish is it,  for me.
Prevails a strive for thee.
Life's and its all about a story of success for me and thee.

I, on my own, having an objective,,,,
Of a ship and a master,,
Whereas I'd find of any ocean
of a still and peaceful.

Childhood narrates an unfulfilled story of a non-present years
In my fantasy, I wish that voice of the sweet pieces of the childish. stories.