Because thats all I can do.

I dreamt of things that would make me happy if it really happened.
But alas, we all wake up to find reality in the back of our dreary minds.
Some dreams never come true.

I miss you, yes I do.
Some things don't happen vice versa.
How fast things change,
how silly the way things change.

Six summers ago,
your eyes first met mine.
Six long summers ago,
your bright smile had my heart in your net of thyme.

Four autumns ago,
you unknowingly held me in a vice bind.
Four grey summers ago,
I lived with you on my mind.

Two springs ago,
we were in love.
Two short springs ago,
our hearts lived free as doves.

This chilly winter,
you shun me in the cold.
This chilly winter,
you had my heart sold.

Now as I lay here alone,
dying in the winter cold,
I spend my final hours,
dreaming of six summers ago.

simple..

Mm. Its a boring sunday, hahha.

What.