Everything About Gray

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Wither alone

Orange marmalade was served cold
     It was a high time for summer feel
     Although I forgot you told me that
     You prefer hot lemonade
     Sorry for the late notice
    
August was at its best
   While I was slipping away
   Conflicted and needing a rest
   Problems being stacked at the door step

Can I mail it back?

You gave me a letter
    Hinting a surprise in my eyes
    Another baggage has been claimed
    Just fly it back to neverland
    No one would need it here

This parcel you gave to me
   Hopefully I can ship it somewhere
   Do me a favor, let me wither alone
   Then later we can kiss each other goodbye