Outdoor Looking Poem by Kampanje Aubrey

Outside your window, waited for you
You did not come, and not once you do
Hey, hey, should you not be terrified
Play a dismal shovel maybe, to a sovereign
Who gives a lamp to a solitary man
Making him believe that he could find love
To me she said, 'passion eventually grows old,
The colors will fade just like arrows leave a bow'
Hey, hey, should you not be so terrified
Play a dismal shovel maybe, to a sovereign
Who gives a lamp to a solitary soul
Making him believe that he could find love