Long and cold winters and unoccupied idle minds,
staring at the stark fold of nothingness mangles
and depletes the boredom. Where do the hours
go without
Long and cold winters and unoccupied idle minds,
staring at the stark fold of nothingness mangles
and depletes the boredom. Where do the hours
go without
Loving someone by obligation Because of blood relation It’s not the cause of frustration And complete damnation.