Lonely Writer

If Those Were the Days? Under the realm of Moonlit Night  Gust of feelings, ready to fight Long time no see you, me a disgraced! Angel! I am indeed and in fact long-faced  If those were the days to turn them back Unfortunately, just full of wrapper's sack Impaling by dint of them but just pack Never ever able to significantly turn it back The momentous joys and the escatsy Were to reappear but were just a fancy Thy comeliness, an Angel Under thy looks am to entangle Mine yearn to grab you simply Seems being foolish incredibly  No liberty and rest but restlessness  The world itself proclaims selfishness  Meagre may my long seems but Am undoubtedly bleeding with sadness cut Your rejoin obviously brings tranquillity  May condition alters to the aspired quality  Once gone is forever and ever gone At present remember just the one Forgiveness is in thy hands Let you fulfil soaked yearn in the sands  My heart cracks when I thought Providing mine soul with o