lunes, 13 de diciembre de 2010
He was..
autumms
summers
winters
the first "I love you"
a rose
a serenade
kiss
he running to me
my sofa
his kitchen
the most sincere "I miss you"
I teach you
a blanket
100 songs
his perfume
stars
ideas
illusions
his hair
his side face
a bird falling from the second floor
his problems
forgive me
goodbye
secrets
confessions
the bus station
long walks
food
his guitar
fears
trees
the sky
grass
telephone
his words
his jacket
movies
wind
his hands
a swing in the park
lunes, 6 de diciembre de 2010
Like a friend
You are the last drink I never should have drunk
You are the body hidden in the trunk
You are the habit I can't seem to kick
You are my secrets on the front page every week
You are the car I never should have bought
You are the train I never should have caught
You are the cut that makes me hide my face
You are the party that makes me feel my age
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