Saturday, May 29, 2010

They go.

This june holiday,
People tend to fly far away.
Leaving me all alone,
Like an ancient throne.
I know you don't care, Rather you'll only stare.
So its not fair, To the ones that care.
You'll sure miss the ones that leave,
Only prayers we need to give.
I'm not feeling great now,
My body language is like i'm doing a bow.
I feel like laying back,
Vitamin is what i'm lack.
Seeya around,
When you're being found. bye.