Because I can’t
Would she think about him without the pictures ?
About the things they did, and went through,
without an image to hold on to ?
Could she remember the little curves in his face,
without a photograph to trace ?
Could she hear his voice,
when she’s alone, without a single noise ?
Would she recognize him in my wicked ways,
would she see parts of him in me eyes, my face ?
Because I can’t…
Auteur: irish | ||
Gecontroleerd door: ~Marina~ | ||
Gepubliceerd op: 28 december 2004 | ||
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