Perhaps knowing my heart can’t be broken any more
then it is makes my dreams come back to me.
All my true, precious love I had given was leaving as I stumble in the dark, knowing catching me will not be.
To feel the emotion inside and not see it on the outside needs your fingertips to wipe my heart’s tears.
I want to go on looking for someone as you. Survive
the weekdays, the weekends with many beers.
Each shadow of hope I cling to desperately. For me,
time must go on, I need to follow behind it.
Now and then I see her, no words are said,
our eyes only talk, love is fading, bit by bit.
Can the smile of a tear be real? She rang my doorbell
of hope two years later, fear of love had won.
Ever did I believe in myself those years. Tomorrow
finally came, her love for me had never been gone.
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