YouYou
You are still a whisper on my lips
A feeling at my fingertips
That's pulling at my skin
You leave me when I'm at my worst
Feeling as if I've been cursed Bitter cold within
Days go by and still I think of you Days when I couldn't live my life without you
Days go by and still I think of you
Days when I couldn't live my life without you
Without you Without you
You are still a whisper on my lips
A feeling at my fingertips
That's pulling at my skin
You leave me when I'm at my worst
Feeling as if I've been cursed
Bitter cold within
Days go by and still I think of you
Days when I couldn't live my life without you
Without youWithout you
Days go by and still I think of you
Days when I couldn't live my life without you
Days go by and still I think of you
Days when I couldn't live my life without you
Without you Without youWithout youWithout youWithout you
posted by magalilunel at 10:56 PM
4 Comments:
and this is the song and mood for the week/ month?
and who inspires this hun?
3:42 AM
You should read "Norwegian Wood" by Huraki Murakami .. Awesome book on the lines of ur poem
2:21 AM
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8:44 PM
very very nice. the repetition of the phrases / words are a beautiful representation of how the 'miss-er' feels. 'like a mystery movie without an end, when u think its over it just begins'.
8:45 PM
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