12/17/2018
My mood is dreary
My eyes are weary
My heart is beating cold
My legs are weak
My thoughts are bleak
Your love for me is old
My courage is gone
It’s time to move on
My bravery is sold
The time has come
The setting sun
Is much too hot to hold
There’s nothing more
But to close the door
No letter did I fold
I pray for this
A final kiss
My story left untold