NOBODY LEAVES WITHOUT SINGING THE BLUES.
Monday, December 24, 2007
Merry Christmas.
I was lying in bed, listening to your breaths,
but it was like listening to the sea,
because you are so much, you are everything,
and I am just a boy standing on the beach.
No comments:
Post a Comment
Newer Post
Older Post
Home
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment