Im glad you came.
Eyes drenched in rain.
The roses smells sweet.
Sing me our song again.
I am happy to hear you talk.
and feel your warm breath.
Your touch is so gentle.
i know you miss me.
I wish i cud make u smile.
i feel guilty and helpless
Believe me, its my fault.
dont cry...
The wind is bleak.go home.
i will wait. im still here.
I wish i could go with you.
And pretend that i was alive.
1 comment:
youstartle at the end...agai awesome short piece
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