"Sundae"
No one could meet you on a Sunday,
Oh, but what we shared, it shone.
I had talked to you one Tuesday
Over sundae, sweetest sundae on a cone.
I would ask you for a coffee
Even if it was a summer day
It's just it wouldn't melt with me
As I passed time, pretending it's a date.
Now everyday is plain vanilla
All the same and getting colder.
Since the last time that I saw you
Only eye flavors of the month.
Saturday's fine with rocky road
Or maybe on the lane of time I'll walk.
Cookies and dream of mine tonight will be alright.
I'll scoop you out of the Milky Way.












