His voice was made of lullabies His eyes were made of stars His smile was made of sun And along these things i couldnt help myself Except falling in love with him
I hope you find the love of your life in a vintage café. I hope she will be there for you when you couldn't sleep at 3am because you are scared of waking up alone. I hope she takes you to the museums and kiss you between the paintings. I hope she laughs at your silly jokes, the ones that you used to told me. But mostly i hope you find the home in her that you have been looking for your whole life, the home that you couldn't find in me.
I haven't seen you since the summer solstice. I missed talking with you next to the sea, in the hot sand while winds gently whispering. I missed talking with you, in the forest while birds singing lullabies for us. Don't you remember that solstice? You were promised me and i'll never forget.
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?
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.
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 can see the way you look at her my love. Like your world is crushing down and she is the only thing can save you. I can understand why you choose her. If i were you i would choose her too. She is simple yet stunning. And i'm a thunderstorm born to be destroy every good thing.
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
I'm lost I'm lost in the summer nights Which is blinded by city lights I'm lost in the nostalgia Which is sweet like an euphoria I'm lost And i don't know if i want to be saved