Saturday, November 15, 2014

Melancholia baby



It is fall
The season where reminders are numerous
Where places recall memories
Where loneliness is emphazised
Where tears come easily to the eyes

Some will won't be fulfill
Some nightmares are nor here
I wish I couldn't be this melancholia baby

My pen release my pain
But it join paper to explain
The light can be found
If we hang on

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