A memo
Hearing your voice from miles away
A beating heart, two shinny eyes for a day
The long story of I miss you
?Again the question: what should I do
Seeing you is becoming a dream
A big pie with lots of cream
The old wish of touching the hands I promised to keep
I could not keep it, that’s why I weep
Every day there is the flood of unfinished memos
I can’t believe that I left that rose!
Here it comes, the most nasty feeling
The one that takes my heart for peeling
There is a truth I want you to know
It is always raining but no rainbow
Some one shouted I must run to you
The doors are closed, the windows too
Imprisoned in chains of I wish I would
There is no chance at all that I say “I could”
The time passes by, as dose the breeze
Locked up in the past, your eyes are the keys
The life is nothing but some push and pull
My arrows are far away from the eyes of bull
Again I read it, your last letter to me
I need you now; that’s the only thing I see
But you’re not here, not even close
I saw by myself and the sky it shows
How could I do it, I rejected the kiss
May it wasn’t me who did to you this
I’ve missed everything; the lips and the hugs
Nothing has remained and it really bugs
Your hands are away, so far to touch
I want you darling; right not, so much!
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