- First day. Super jet lag and I do not know where to begin.-
Home is in distance, people passed.
The genesis is over like 'what year is this?', times lapsed
Budding with noises and crisp air may taste stale
But sound of freshness, hits my chest like summertime whale
I miss you, you sweet thing.
Although not a word crossed since our hearts never cling
Bespoke the truth if it will tame me
But voice so low I fear, it will desolve.
It is not the past I fear but tomorrow I love to see
Melancholy to the fact, the crosspath is too late to solve
I dive, to the time where it will accept nobody
Me the howling sunshine, will look through the sky
Maybe I come around and kiss a girl without feeling guilty
and a girl would see the truth in a boy who is refused to stay dry...
learn to love, chapter 1, starts now.
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