28. But Hey..

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On a bright sunny day,

I hear a guitar play,

I remember the day,

When I asked you to stay.

But you had to go your own way,

The games that your mind play,

Leaves none a word to say.

On the hard floor as I lay,

Your name is what I bay.

I know my world is now gray,

But hey,

I'm still in hope of the coming day,

When my beloved will walk my way,

Offering his heart on a tray,

Vowing he will stay!

And I'd be like "yay!!!"

- borntowinash

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