Everyday I think of him
you should see
what my face do, when
my heart dance with
every beat.
Next to you i dream to be
holding you. I wish it brings
you by to held those sad days
i need you near.
Your not him oh you
try, to make me feel
the alive love you
give so exquisitely.
But your not him and his
not you, I still push away your
caring imbrace, I hope I can be
in your arms again with our
hearts running in the wind.
But like a dream I wake with
you rewinding in my head,
a image that makes me mourn
and die within.