sábado, 17 de setembro de 2011

Les versets étrangers

I miss you,me.
I miss the way things used to be.
I miss your sweet eyes and the way you hold your breath,
Just for a while.

I miss my happiness and the way you face life.
I miss you so hard and it cuts me like a knife.
But I never knew you enough,to feel like that,

And admit it makes me feel like ass.
Just go pursuit your dreams and stop haunting my mind.
'Cause boy,in anyway,you have been kind.

Um comentário:

Fábio Pedro Racoski disse...

Pursuit his dreams, just for perhappines? Maybe...