The A Post

Happy monday, pepuhls! Seems like monday is no longer terrifying, well for a while. Lol.
On the day just like this day i can say that i love monday for how strong the power of it' influences for some people, it is standing still even if nobody likes it.

It's rainy outside, dude it is June and it is rainy, k then.
My stomache is killing me as am laying down on my bed, listening to the radio, and thinking to my self why some people let go so easily, why some people moving so fast or is it just me who is hardly to move on?
Am i wrong to ask you to stay? Even if it's just for a damn day?
You're too good to let go, too sweet to forget, one of a kind, and you are you with all the weirdnesses and your perfectness, and i am me who is not willing to let you go.

"What am i supposed to do when the best part me was always you?"

And what if am the only one who is holding on and you're not?
What if i told you that i can't say my goodbye and how about 'so long'?
What if the only chance i have is to watch you leave?
What if the only thing i could do is to wait to you?
And, what if i told you that i'll be standing here?