Everytime i see your face in my mind
Your skin, pepper lips, frozen eyes
I tell myself:"They won't be mine"

Everytime i hear your voice in my head
I tell myself:"It told me lies"
Just pretty lies, i understand

And there's nothing more to be said...
But most of thoughts - about you...
How could it be explained?

@музыка: что-то из коллекции ТД Весна

@настроение: печаль

@темы: Мысли вслух, Стихи