Mood

I wish I would have taken you longer with me, oh dear.
This time is time to let go, time to let things flow.
Just follow the course of anyone else’s soul. So cruel to say, too painful to stay, keep walking up the lane.
Stop thinking, oh silly, start floating and enjoy It.
I’m getting used to the deepness of all this emptiness surrounding me.
I’m filling it with drops, coming from the past, liquid sorrow.
Drowning in this little sink is a so stupid thing.
I still want to give you a kiss.