I find myself, once again
Looking on these pure white sheets
Trying to write poem of you and me
Of me and . . . me
I know, these are nothing but words
That holds the longing of my heart
Of you, whom that breaks me apart.
Dec 7, 2014
Dec 7, 2014 at 9:13 AM UTC
I find myself, once again
Looking on these pure white sheets
Trying to write poem of you and me
Of me and . . . me
I know, these are nothing but words
That holds the longing of my heart
Of you, whom that breaks me apart.
I don't really know. Is it right to miss someone you don't know?
