quinta-feira, 12 de agosto de 2010

Flying by


Every night, I go to bed and I wonder if you're really there...

In the dark shadow of my room, in the corner, sitting in the chair...
watching me saying your name while I'm asleep.


I wonder if it's me you're thinking right now.
If it's me that consumes your every thought.
If it's me that makes it hard for you to fall asleep.

Sometimes I wish I had you next to me, lulling me to sleep, brushing my hair and whispering in my ear that you'll never leave me.

And when you say them, you mean them.

I wish I was able convince myself I'm not dilusional or crazy, thanking that you have those same feeling for me, that your presence is real and I'm not trapped inside my unconscienceness.


I want it to be true.

I love you.


- Rita <3


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