My brain keeps rotting
But I just don’t care.
the longer I scroll
The more chances I get
Of catching a glimpse
Of your beautiful face

Oh,
what a sweet rapture
it must be
to never feel
the sting
of love.

I check the phone

No message from you

And I wait

I wait

For a vibe

For some color

On these deserted days of mine.

The strange feeling,
Headaches, not being able to sleep.
I'm sure you've felt it before,
It's almost like a special kind of love
That hurts.

If not any others,
We harbor one advantage,
Our mortal human soul.

So go on,
Let your heart keep beating,
Never accept defeat!

Ignore the sunset,
Don't focus on the end of things,
The sun will set, yet,
You will fade well before,
If you worry and fret.

there was a little bear as lovely as can be
he was very cuddly.  a koala bear was he
his home it was australia he lived in tree
roaming round the out back roaming wild free.

chewing eucalyptus his very favourite treat
his very favourite dish that he loved to eat
oneday while out walking on his little stroll.
he heard a wombat crying poor little soul.

wombat he was stuck there inside a bush
bear he got behind him and gave a little push
pushing wombat free he was stuck no more
wombat he was free like he was before.

they began to play as happy as can be
then both fell asleep beneath the eucalyptus tree