Sreda, Jul 30, 2014
sleep
Here comes the night,
When will you?
Why don't you come,
I will never understand.
Maybe one day you will realise,
How much i am yours,
And nobody elses.
You should know,
When you come, don't forget to stay.
The morning will come.
With you with me or not.
I just wish you were.
I miss you.
You know, there's two kinds of missing..
It's a big difference.
Missing somebody could be just..
for a moment, a moment that passes fast..
Maybe a couple of hours,
Maybe a night, or two.
Maybe a month at most.
But this kind of missing,
Is just the blues of the night,
just a semantic of memories.
But most importantly, it doesn't hurt.
After some time it passes.
You get used to it.
And there's the other..
That's missing you.
It's something serious.
When i say:"I miss you",
I say it as if someone took out my heart,
And then when someone would ask me: :"What's wrong?"
I'd say I'm missing a heart.
It could be an arm, a leg, anything really.
Exactly that.
Missing somebody truly,
It can only mean you're a part of me,
torn from me.
Suddenly, violently.
And that hurts.
It hurts a lot when i miss you.
I wish i don't.
But i do, and that's it.
What's up with you?
Did you miss me?
