Sep 2013
I’m always without you
Sometimes, when I hear or listen to a love song, I remember you.
I am able to feel the feelings I feel only when I see you.
For some reason, I picture you smiling, an innocent smile, at me, and side by side, with our arms interlocked.
I don't know why I see you in a simple dress, blue, loosed skirt.
Why do these songs make me want to sit on a bench with you in the park while I hold your warm hands laying on my leg and talking to your pretty face and staring at your lovely eyes?
Maybe it's because that's what I've seen in TV and films--a beautiful lady, with a skirt, blue, with some sort of pattern, next to her beloved one.
I want to hate these songs, because they only make me think about you, but I'm always without you,
And that's the saddest part, because I want to see you, yet we can't be side by side with our arms interlocked.
But I like them, even when I hate them.
I guess I lied. I think of you in every love song, because it isn't a love song if I don't think of you.
But still, I would rather see you, than think of you.
Sometimes, when I hear or listen to a love song, I remember you.
I am able to feel the feelings I feel only when I see you.
For some reason, I picture you smiling, an innocent smile, at me, and side by side, with our arms interlocked.
I don't know why I see you in a simple dress, blue, loosed skirt.
Why do these songs make me want to sit on a bench with you in the park while I hold your warm hands laying on my leg and talking to your pretty face and staring at your lovely eyes?
Maybe it's because that's what I've seen in TV and films--a beautiful lady, with a skirt, blue, with some sort of pattern, next to her beloved one.
I want to hate these songs, because they only make me think about you, but I'm always without you,
And that's the saddest part, because I want to see you, yet we can't be side by side with our arms interlocked.
But I like them, even when I hate them.
I guess I lied. I think of you in every love song, because it isn't a love song if I don't think of you.
But still, I would rather see you, than think of you.
Can you give me some feedback, however insulting it may be? Please? I want to get better at this.
Thanks.
Thanks.
