What happened to the summer of daisies and old french songs? She sits in Café de Flore. There’s a Fitzgerald in her lap, yet she can't read 'cause her mind wanders; late nights, summer air, 50s, hazel eyes and the boy once she loved and still loves
Our love has become an old photograph with a lot of memories we tried to keep it but it ripped by the bad times but it's okay i'll always have the best ones with me in my denim jacket like we are 16.
I know it was just a one night but i can't forget you. The way you talk, the way you smile. I know it was just a late night talk but i can't forget your intimacy. The look in your deep egremnoi eyes while you are talking. I know it was just a one night but i can't unlove you.
I went to an art museum just to feel you close, just to see you between the paintings. I've done a lot of stupid things not to feel your absence. They told me that i'm mad, and you are gone. But how can a love like this can be gone while i still feel you everywhere?