[Poe'T]

When im sat around,
All by myself,
I get so down,
I need some help,
The moody sky,
I wish it blue,
The willows weep,
They feel it too,
The way the rain,
Dribbles down,
The grass all flat,
The flowers frown,
My soul is empty,
And my heart is full,
unlike the memories,
Its all so dull,
My heart beats slowly,
Its almost still,
So down in the dumps,
Lifes lost its thrill,
Unlike the seasons,
That change so fast,
Without emotions,
Left from the last,
But then alas,
My love comes home,
And i no longer,
feel alone.

[Veance]

Nice story.

I think there is an error in he first sentence

Isn't the sky already blue when it's moody?

And to my feel there is something wrong in the following :

"My soul is empty,
And my heart is full,
unlike the memories,
Its all so dull"

"Life's lost it's thrill"

While reading the last part about the love coming home, I would assume the memories are about her...
but if everything changes when she comes home, that's a good thing. So how can thoses merories be dull?