Sweeping away the dust;
memories are but just a dream.
Looking at her eyes in that photo;
in her pupils there lived a loving me.
Stringing up all the past;
dreams come alive like a river.
Flowing through my present body,
the pulses start to feel more than real.
Those years we used to hold our hands;
her body and soul were my entire universe.
Those sweet times have now been gone;
and i have learned to enjoy being alone.
Nov 13, 2011
Nov 13, 2011 at 6:51 PM UTC
Sweeping away the dust;
memories are but just a dream.
Looking at her eyes in that photo;
in her pupils there lived a loving me.
Stringing up all the past;
dreams come alive like a river.
Flowing through my present body,
the pulses start to feel more than real.
Those years we used to hold our hands;
her body and soul were my entire universe.
Those sweet times have now been gone;
and i have learned to enjoy being alone.