I find it curious,
that now when I hear your favorite songs,
I can only picture you singing them.
Like nobody else's voice compares.
And I can't sing along.
I can only picture you.
In the car.
Windows down.
Driving us to the park.
Singing.
Not to me,
but to yourself.
And that's why
it was so beautiful.
So meaningful.
So innocent.
Mar 1, 2013
Mar 1, 2013 at 11:38 PM UTC
I find it curious,
that now when I hear your favorite songs,
I can only picture you singing them.
Like nobody else's voice compares.
And I can't sing along.
I can only picture you.
In the car.
Windows down.
Driving us to the park.
Singing.
Not to me,
but to yourself.
And that's why
it was so beautiful.
So meaningful.
So innocent.
