The gloomy way we talked over,
Things were tore apart,
I hold the words as never did before,
Might be I don’t want to untie the tags we made around,
You came into dark world when fling of my heart was around,
Wrapping the flings, with sowing of different reasons to grin,
A word or phrase was never my part but the pitch that took me apart,
Sunday evening were unsay,
Wen grin turned to gloom way,
O thee man, your silence is my pain
Blues of Monday were glimmy in all vain,
Our togetherness in tandem is a sweet harmony,
Upon the monotony of nights
I sit and watch for clock to hit sharp,
Knowing morning is far
A bit flying to see you another time,
A bit left reading what you said the last…