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?

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'm still kinda bitter but i'm not sad anymore all i need is a good jazz concert

Paris is far away this midnight and all of my friends are wasted, i'm 6 years behind them, they said you could be anything but i chose to be nothing.