Still Hurts.

sitting here, at loss of words.

looking out the window, counting birds.

I had no idea, that we'll end up like this.

the thought of you, still hurts.

We were so perfect, we were so fine.

You'd wear a dress, and I'd bring you some wine.

I'd offer you my hand and ask for a dance,

And we'd be in heavens from six to nine.

Thinking of those days, makes me sad.

together we were, not really bad.

I still love you from the bottom of my heart,

after I lost you, I realized what I had.

Sitting here at the same window, again at loss of words.

Counting the stars, because there are no more birds.

Drinks a glass of water, eyes brimming with tears.

The thought of you, still hurts.