One of those days....

Inviting the sun to come down to warm up my solitude,
is not going to stop the raining in my heart..

Bringing the memories of your contagious laugh..
is not going to make my days happier than a self inflicted caged beast.

Passing everyday by the cobbles stone street where you used to play,
is not going to make my legs stronger enough to reach you..

Smelling the sweet essence that surrounds your fresh skin in the morning,
is not going to bring back my forgotten censorial organ back to reality.

Reviewing old pictures of the " i used to have happy days" with you..
is not going to brighten the colors of my already faded soul..

Singing your favorite acoustic guitar song by the campfire with common friends,
is not going to resurrect my free spirit from the ashes...

This is not a predicament is probably a state of mind when the happy days are anemically gone.

GM♪