Jun 2015
I* still remember color of your eyes,
and I do not think that you've remembered the color of mine.
I remember what your voice and heartbeat sounded like,
and I always dream of hearing them both one more time.
everyday, I hope you will call once more,
saying that you love me, the way I do.
I think its time I stop loving *you.
and I do not think that you've remembered the color of mine.
I remember what your voice and heartbeat sounded like,
and I always dream of hearing them both one more time.
everyday, I hope you will call once more,
saying that you love me, the way I do.
I think its time I stop loving *you.
