Handwritten Journals, Old Poem 3
Feb. 12th, 2011 08:26 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
alicia_hI woke up in the early dawn
Wanting to find you lying there
A cool breeze blowing over your face
The sunlight shining in your hair
But you leave me here without a thought
Why did we come to this place?
Did you think this was unfair?
Are we going to meet again?
Why should I even care?
Wanting to find you lying there
A cool breeze blowing over your face
The sunlight shining in your hair
But you leave me here without a thought
Why did we come to this place?
Did you think this was unfair?
Are we going to meet again?
Why should I even care?
