Thing turning.

What is this anger all about? 

Just a sentence or few words i said?

What about the moments we spared huhh?

Even though it was for a short period 

Maybe just few days or nights we had

Doesn't it matter?

Those words were in the moment

But those moments were forsaken

Just the touch and rolls

Cold feet and sores

Kissing lips and moulding overs

Touching body over each others curves

 I just want to darn it darling

Maybe you were supposed to be earling 

Just forget everything and come under sheets honey

Lets try make it again a thing turning.