A tired soul bleeds agony.
A tired soul bleeds mischief.
A tired soul bleeds restless nights.
Nothing to give.
Nothing to say.
Wanting to write words but not knowing how.
Wanting to write a love story but I can’t cast you as a character.
Wanting to find you, but you leave me.
Wanting to , but not knowing how to.
My heart bleeds, yours do too.
My heart bleeds, yours do too.
A Journey to Summer 