It seems yesterday..
that you sang a love song for me..
It seems yesterday..
that you were this way intimate with me..
It seems yesterday..
that you loved me such as I was..
It seems yesterday..
that you jealous were..
It seems yesterday..
that you had sorrow for what with me happened there..
It seems yesterday..
that you romantic were, and so sweet mails wrote..
It seems yesterday..
that you did something if I lay in the hospital..
It seems yesterday..
that you wanted only me, that you called me your girl..
It seems yesterday..
that you the cock was and I the chicken..
It seems yesterday..
that we always together forests are..
It seems yesterday..
that we to my chat went, and everyone exiled and kickte..
It seems yesterday..
that you me each time reflected hope gave to go further..
It seems yesterday..
that I cried for you, each day on my holiday, thinking that you would lie in the hospital..
It seems yesterday..
that you promised me never to leave and always me love to continue..
Everything have been written down in my day books,
in my ideas it for always stands.
But it is not of yesterday, it has been all executed time,
all a memory, a dream which has ended up never.
I’m so sorry
for which I am and was.
I wanted a happy life with children of you..
but that did not go, that will succeed never,
and that lies to thuis, to my feelings, to our.
I been destroyed by others and by mezelf.
my only grip to continue was you then.
I have discussed my problems with you,
I did not think afterwards or you sadly would make in addition.
it regrets me this way.
- 25 oktober 2006 23:05 -