Saturday, November 8, 2014

At the end of the day

you blame the-few hours older version- of you, dear pity
you regret the actions you missed cause you were shy
you forget why you just stared the wall all day
you curse the chances you didn't buy
you are simply sad and you have no idea why
at the end of the day, all that left is just a good bye

No comments:

Post a Comment