Soon words will leave,
Drifted by
And I will remember them
By heart
Like in your imagination
Or unlike
Word by word they will sail
Carving the sea but leaving no trace
And even after a while
I will still be the last one to remember them
Because they are settled in the heart
And I will be the only left trace
Because I have learned how to read the words on your pretty face
As much older you get as much readable they are in their place.
Aug 18, 2014
Aug 18, 2014 at 8:10 PM UTC
Soon words will leave,
Drifted by
And I will remember them
By heart
Like in your imagination
Or unlike
Word by word they will sail
Carving the sea but leaving no trace
And even after a while
I will still be the last one to remember them
Because they are settled in the heart
And I will be the only left trace
Because I have learned how to read the words on your pretty face
As much older you get as much readable they are in their place.