walk across the green; feeling gray.
something scribbled my brain.
my thought of spending some time for some new air has gone.
start the day with distress
hopes that too high; hoping to see you, angel.
a barely single tears make me weak.
a single trifling memories push me closer to the ground.
can't you feel the same gravity on how we live this life?
or your soul negligibly enough to hide it from me.
knew you won't even answer any plea
but please, act like you care even that you don't.
one step back brought me to the past
when i still cleave to have you.
someday you'll be here.
but somehow, you're already gone.
-Me-
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