Tuesday, March 11, 2014

One of those unfinished songs...

Don't hold my hand if you are later gonna let it go.
Don't stop me leaving for you to be the first.
Looking into your eyes is just not the same
The complicity and love are gone

The feel of your touch vanishes with the passing of the days
and your scent is now lost in the memory lane.
I search  among the crowd for that person I once met
but I've reached the conclusion that he's only on my mind.

Million of shattered pieces cover the floor in my room,
everyday I put them all together, to see them fall again.
If I only could unwind the clock,
I would hold your hand so tight.

If I only could...




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