duminică, 15 martie 2009

Moi...et...

I've been to the place we first met....the place we used to call ours...but they've change it....do they know we are not the same anymore?
I felt it empty...altough it was really crowdy...I tasted from your glass the champagnie we used to drink that night....but I didn't like it....it was to dry...just like things between us now.... I was missing you....the way we danced....the way we drank...how we laughed....the time when you were calling me "baby"....when no one and nothing was between us....when we shared our dreams and shared your bed...The time we used to call "us"...but with every blink of an eye..I was realizing that nothing is like it was...the place...the people...the music...you...it was just not the same...They changed the decoration...i felt it cold...they've put new music...music I never heared before...but also one song...that one song that reminded me of us...we looked at eatchother....smilled and sang the lyrics...I wonder if you saw in my eyes how much I care about you.......
there is one thing they did not do...they didn't change us...we did...you did...you changed us both...both feelings....you know...yesterday for the very first time I felt love and hate at the same time...and...it hurt...I felt like going to the bathroom....close myself there and cry...cry and forget everything...but I couldn't...I run to the toillet and on the way there I met you. "You shouldn't smoke so much anymore...."u said...smilled at me and then sent me a kiss and left...
....Hey idiot...i'm smoking because of you...
Why can't it be the way it used to be that night?
Why can't you understand I still want you?
Why can't I simply forget you?
Why can't I simply ignore you?
Why are you always hurting me without knowing?
Why do I always feel lost when I see your smile?
Why can't you care about me too?
Why do I love you?....
Why were u my first and you don't even know that?
Why am I writting this?
Why....why does it have to be that way and why don't I have the courage to tell you all this face to face?
Why are you drinking Moyet without me?Don't you feel it dry too....?

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Vilhelm man spunea...

Iti doresc o primavara frumoasa!