Sometimes there is a deep sadness
and longing,
for you, for us,
and it doesn't want to go away.
Everything reminds me of you, of your eyes,
of your lips and your hands,
so soft and once,
so mine.
Our story has been told,
but ended abruptly
and I wish there were a few lines more.
I wish things were a little bit different,
I wish we were a little bit different.
But it's a hopeless hope.
I remember your kisses.
I remember your smile.
No matter what some of them will always be mine.
Post je objavljen 31.01.2014. u 21:00 sati.