“My beautiful darling, my life is in torment, don’t know one not even you my suspected.”
My only thoughts of u, yr loving eyes and yr warm smiley…”
It’s a strange thing I haven’t seen you for years. I had seen the new moon, but not you. I have seen sunset & sunrise, but nothing as your beautiful face.
The pieces of my broken heart are so small that the eyes and needle can pass them.
I miss you like the sun misses the flower. Like the sun misses the flower in the deep winter. Instead of beauty to direct it’s life to. The hard heart it’s like the frosted world your aptness had bandage me to.
Skrevet d.
31. august 2002, 04:16
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