In time I'm sure I'll grow to know another’s
eyes, another’s laugh and other’s skin and bones.
I'll keep on wanting you, who I can't have, because with the distance came this awful dam,
and being in love with one that I can't feel or hold or see or touch.
And the moment
that you wander far from me I wanna feel you in my arms again.
jueves, 20 de septiembre de 2012
martes, 18 de septiembre de 2012
Who will
love you?
Who will fight?
And who will fall far behind?