Far

Far

This morning, when I find a lot of water
Sweet rain. Far from home
With lovely strangers room
I love them to much in every single day

John Mayer song’s still jibe with my ears
His rhythm, a cool guitar and melodies voice
I see my friends when I’m alone
Write this usual poetry

6 days left on the hill
Sometimes I tried of this place
Don’t want to stay forever in me
Can’t see them cry and see a joke