Zillionth Time

I wish I would have met you when my heart would move at the site of a tender colour at dawn by a blooming flower. before my gloomy past shadowed my eyes later were clouded, I would have made an effort to know you a little better. with naive love embracing, due to sleep depravation, thinking would I have played a different part If tomorrow I need not depart. Among the million estranged into wind I be shattered to start all over again zillionth time in pain. Every time I change places I am lost in the minds of mazes.