domingo, 23 de noviembre de 2008

The reddish guy


I feel like a little girl
who asks for a pony as a birthday present,
but dad is ruined.

I was the song that you used to sing aloud,
but now I'm buried somewhere on the ground.

Laughing at the jokes,
staring at the oaks,
the time went by and now I realize that...

I miss your glasses
I miss your shiver
please tell the reddish guy
I didn't pass through the river.

I know that I will never be able to read that book again.
But I'll keep it on the list of my favorites.

Eating ice-cream, kissing on the lifts,
you got under my skin just as ink...

I miss your glasses
I miss your shiver
please tell the reddish guy
I didn't pass through the river.

I didn't cross any line,
I am where I was supposed to be
this is also hard for me.
The reddish guy went by.

Laughing at the jokes, staring at the oaks...
this was a really nice story though.

No hay comentarios: