Not under this sun

You know I won't go to your funeral

Nor send your family a card

You know, that is life, you won't miss me.

But I will think of you, that is hard

To blot out the ink with erasers

On lines that are flickering bright!

If you were a poet you'd miss me;

Not under this sun or this night

◄ New Europe (OKAY)

I just want you to be happy (1) ►


No comments posted yet.

If you wish to post a comment you must login.

This site uses cookies. By continuing to browse, you are agreeing to our use of cookies.

Find out more Hide this message