Sunday

A Sunday evening filled with more morose
I wish I had you in a limited dose

I don’t know what to do
Fly away or wait in my blue

My thoughts soaring higher than heavens
Knowing no difference between cookoos and ravens

I wish I had someone who knows how it feels
I wish I had you to burst into a million peals

Dry barren lands beyond horizons
Hurting more than a thousand poisons

I still have the envelope without a note
Waiting for the message that you never wrote