Admittedly, It is all an act of deliriousness. I miss you. I think of you often. With a cold sweat, with the suspense of every syllable, I wonder If I'll ever see you again. I look for you in the eyes of every woman. The street where I last saw you has not changed. The corner where I last held you is still there. The diner where we drank together remains empty. You took me in that fateful cab ride and robbed me. But I still miss you...
Yes, I know the feeling. But it gets easier, my darling. All it takes is to find someone to feel the void and the strength to give it a shot. I wish you the best. You must know that you are not alone.
Salvacion
Admittedly, It is all an act of
ReplyDeletedeliriousness.
I miss you.
I think of you often.
With a cold sweat, with the
suspense of every syllable,
I wonder If I'll ever see you
again.
I look for you in the eyes of
every woman.
The street where I last saw you
has not changed.
The corner where I last held you
is still there.
The diner where we drank together
remains empty.
You took me in that fateful cab
ride and robbed me.
But I still miss you...
Yes, I know the feeling. But it gets easier, my darling. All it takes is to find someone to feel the void and the strength to give it a shot. I wish you the best. You must know that you are not alone.