I used to dream,
how my life could be,
with you existing,
and dreaming the story,
between you and me.
I used to dream,
that you'll talk to me,
or even noticing me,
and now I see,
it will never happening.
I used to dream,
how wonderful it could be,
but our story proves to me,
we were not 10 pages enough,
to make a chapter in this story.
I used to dream,
but you awake me,
and I see the reality,
you were never the 'yellow umbrella' to me,
but the 'blue french horn' I forced to be.
So now I'll be waiting,
maybe at the train station,
waiting my 'T.M',
and hopefully,
it will be it.
Jan 23
Jan 23, 2026 at 11:55 AM UTC
I used to dream,
how my life could be,
with you existing,
and dreaming the story,
between you and me.
I used to dream,
that you'll talk to me,
or even noticing me,
and now I see,
it will never happening.
I used to dream,
how wonderful it could be,
but our story proves to me,
we were not 10 pages enough,
to make a chapter in this story.
I used to dream,
but you awake me,
and I see the reality,
you were never the 'yellow umbrella' to me,
but the 'blue french horn' I forced to be.
So now I'll be waiting,
maybe at the train station,
waiting my 'T.M',
and hopefully,
it will be it.