Under the Blue Sky

I woke up in November,
The month that was once promised.
It feels bitter,
As I looked up at the clear blue sky,
It feels weird,
And empty,
For we’re not miles apart but you seem so far,
And I found myself crying along the road.
It feels terrible,
It feels wrong,
It’s not the place where I should be,
And I’m tired of these fake smiles I have to put on every day,
And I’m sick of being among people I don’t want to be with.
This world is too harsh without you,
Every thing I do is meaningless without you,
All that I achieve are wasted without you.
Now I’m singing my blues,
For I know nothing else I can do,
For I know nothing else left for me for tomorrow.
Because, what can I do,
When there is you in every of my future plan?
What can I do,
When there is us in every of my future plan?


M.F

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