Happy Birthday.
Posted: 01 May 2016, 20:55
Tick, Tick, Tick.
It’s fading, I’m fading.
This is how the poem’s written,
a girl is born, she lives, then she dies.
If I blow out the candles will my heart survive?
You can be honest,
I promise I’ll blow them out anyway.
The flames flicker, there’s not much time left,
but also a whole life worth of moments.
- N.C.
It’s fading, I’m fading.
This is how the poem’s written,
a girl is born, she lives, then she dies.
If I blow out the candles will my heart survive?
You can be honest,
I promise I’ll blow them out anyway.
The flames flicker, there’s not much time left,
but also a whole life worth of moments.
- N.C.