The sun blazes bright, yet warmth eludes my grasp.
Three summers have scorched, but the chill holds fast.
Days stretch on endlessly, a relentless grind,
While nights linger longer, with your absence entwined.
The story doesn't end here...
The sun blazes bright, yet warmth eludes my grasp.
Three summers have scorched, but the chill holds fast.
Days stretch on endlessly, a relentless grind,
While nights linger longer, with your absence entwined.
The story doesn't end here...