domingo, 21 de abril de 2013

Sunny Sunday

So what if I miss you?
The taste of your smile on my lips, the touch of your eyelashes on my cheeks.

So what if you were my weakness?
Everybody has to have a weak point in their souls.

So what if you'll never come back?
Maybe the moon will help me getting over it.

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