I write at times.

Well, I was feeling down and just came up with this. Here it goes.

I wanna be that shadow, which lives by you. The air you breath.

 Words, short and a pounding heart, is what left with me.

I’ll wait for you till the end of time, Which I hope will come soon to me.

Call me stupid, a fool for waiting. What do you know about the pleasure it gives me?

I write at times.