Thursday, 7 January 2010 . 05:07
I wonder why
On this worrying night
I'm writing my feelings for you on a piece of paper
Perhaps...
I'm just being whimsical
But the number of sheets just keeps increasing
It would be nice if I had an equation
For calculating the probability that I love you
My sparkling and shining wishes
Have mixed in with all the things I worry about
That's right, I'll staple it
Ony at the beginning that my feelings were light
Before I knew it, my passion grew
And somehow I can't staple it anymore
See you tommorow...
I made a promise unknowingly...
That I'll stop drawing since the day we stop seeing each other...