On February 21, 2014
I have to say this much to you,
maybe it's empty
after I left our wagon dead on the road,
my reason is not a quite noble one,
it's more like an apple off a fortune tree.
We all have a hearty soul
that makes us fit one another,
you may fight it just to showcase
to be different,
but only the charm delivers nothing.
It's grand that your brittle star shines blue,
it's meant to last and go with the sunshine blast
and when that moment comes
I loved you enough to keep the glow going around
what once has been known as you.
