I tincture,
And it wanders,
A thought upon ponder.

The day grows dim,
given a glimpse,
Growing fonder.

I find it peculiar,
How the friends I make,
Hardly reflect.

It's very bothersome,
I planned it all,
But they couldn't let alone bother.

It makes you lost,
An endless summer,
Somber bought the night.

I didn't miss a cross for t,
I planned it just right,
Just not for me.