Although we exchanged that life for another,
in the springtime we can still enjoy
the fresh wind, the weather...
The words that we shared are not lingering there.
"The little cross that you gave me,
i lost long ago"
so i don't have to bear any cargo
to the summerdays ahead.
The chain was gold - do you remember?-
or fake
but a chain is still a chain
so it's better without it (in a way)
Dec 5, 2015
Dec 5, 2015 at 5:13 PM UTC
When I leave I won't take
A framed picture, an umbrella for the rain, a memory for the road
I will just look at the road ahead and stop talking with simple future
About where i will go and who i will be
I will just say
I go
I am
Oct 27, 2015
Oct 27, 2015 at 3:09 AM UTC
We try to desperately
Hold on to what flies away
Time, Love, Smiles, Sunsets, Summers...
Until they are a vivid memory
Until we are a fading memory...
Oct 26, 2015
Oct 26, 2015 at 3:07 AM UTC
Looking for raw material to create happiness
I am getting used to the shortage
I am getting used to your absence
I am getting used to getting on without.
Oct 24, 2015
Oct 24, 2015 at 3:31 PM UTC