So I stand here patiently
Watching the fire
Waiting for a further notice
That you desire me
I sit on a wooden chair
That I've scalped your name
Wearing a grey jacket
That carries our first kiss
In its hood carries the sky
In the front carries the stars
In the back hides the clouds
And in its pockets carries the love
In the inside keeps secrets
I beg it every night but it won't tell
I wear it to see my tears
But it sees all the smiles too
and that don't help
You think he'll call me tonight?
I look outside the window
I sing to the stars
The jacket tights in my body
Like a sad hug
I am glued to the chair
And in my hand is stuck my phone
I am reminiscing about our moments
And feeding your grey jacket salt
In its hood carries the sky
In the front carries the stars
In the back hides the clouds
And in its pockets carries the love
In the inside keeps secrets
I beg it every night but it won't tell
I wear it to see my tears
But it sees all the smiles too
and that don't help
You think he'll call me tonight?
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Το Τετράδιο Της Μάγισσας (ΑΣΕ Συλλογή #2)
PoesíaΤο δεύτερο βιβλίο της σειράς "Αφιερωμένο σ' εσένα". Ένα roller-coaster συναισθημάτων. Μία φιλία, μία αγάπη που ποτέ δεν έγινε έρωτας. Μία αυτοπεποίθηση που έγινε ανασφάλεια. Μία εμπιστοσύνη που έσπασε σε χίλια κομμάτια. Και μπορεί να πιστεύεις ότι έ...
