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…