автор: oziris

I know I have to be strong,
but it has been so long, so long...
You are so far away -
you never call,
you never write...
I`m dead inside,
outside is fall -
same every day...

I miss your fingers down my hair!
I miss the kisses warm and fair!
You are so far away -
I miss your smiles,
I miss your touch,
I save in files
how much... how much...
I care. I pray.

I still await your bright blue eyes
to look once more behind the lies
that I forgot the way
you make me feel -
the way you heal -
when I`m with you...
Oh, what to do?
I wait. I pray.