i see you
opening your eyes
out of your sleep
a familiar touch
there's no trace
of me in your thougts
waking up without me
is this the end?
the warmth in your bed
is of your body alone
no fragrance
of our love
as the morning sun
comes up on you
i m dissapearing as quick
as a ghost
Dec 19, 2014
Dec 19, 2014 at 9:47 PM UTC
i see you
opening your eyes
out of your sleep
a familiar touch
there's no trace
of me in your thougts
waking up without me
is this the end?
the warmth in your bed
is of your body alone
no fragrance
of our love
as the morning sun
comes up on you
i m dissapearing as quick
as a ghost
