Look up,
there you are,
hair in curls fully wet.
Eyes are wide,
just how you are,
everytime you pass by,
you look.
Every emotion catches
a glimpse for me,
as if it will be all better.
Yet I see you always.
There won't be memories,
only silence as always.
Dec 14, 2012
Dec 14, 2012 at 2:11 AM UTC
Look up,
there you are,
hair in curls fully wet.
Eyes are wide,
just how you are,
everytime you pass by,
you look.
Every emotion catches
a glimpse for me,
as if it will be all better.
Yet I see you always.
There won't be memories,
only silence as always.
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