weird week.

I keep listening to it, somehow it grows on me.
when his voice comes out from the funky beat,
I know it's him.
He's never that different.

After the passion lasted for 2 weeks,
we both calm down.
I no longer wake up with an aim,
with an image, and with the words in head.
Now, I am deeply in sleep. Farvel.

Buying some flowers and candles this weekend,
thought I could relax a bit.
There're yet always distraction,
shame.