Thursday, 31 May 2018

The Last Day Of May

Even though they say age is just a number
I wish I was a little younger
So I could inspire in you a little hunger
And wake myself from this dismal slumber
I wonder
If you loved me as I love you
Would I be more or less scared of going under
Of death stealing my thunder
It seems only yesterday
I thought I had an eternity to plunder.

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