Broken rhymes,
thats all I ve got.
And my eyes still
are looking at you,
although you are not here
anymore.
I pretend you are by my side,
I dream of you
day and night...
But there is no trace of you,
no phone calls,
no e-mail messages,
no letters,
no sounds,
no voices,
nothing...
The garden misses you,
you fairy hands,
the magic touch of you...
The roses are not the same
without you...
They have no colors,
no beauty,
no life...
I think they are kind of invisible,
they do not exist anymore,
like I am here pretending
that I am still alive. |
