söndag 20 januari 2008

Goodbye my hopeless dream..

Your fingertips across my skin, the palm trees swaying in the wind. You sang me spanish lullabies with the sweetest sadness in your eyes.
We walked along a crowded street and you took my hand and danced with me. And when you left you kissed my lips and you told me you would never ever forget these images. I'd never want to see you unhappy and I thought you'd want the same for me. So you're gone. I'm haunted and I'll bet you are just fine. Did I make it that easy to walk right in and out of my life?...