unforgotten
walking old streets of japan
or in some far away train
memories haunt me
like days without rain
a book opens to a page
gives a glimpse, a view
a forgotten portrait
cruel hands of fate
coffee cups empty chairs
silenced weeping
distant dreaming
come back to me
like a child thats lost
bitter tears gone dry
a song in my heart
do you remember?
my soul rests tonight
straw sheets of empty
restless young spirit
to be is not to be
About Me
- maje p.
- ...The more i know, the less i understand. All the things i thought i knew, im learning again.
1 comment:
I wish i could have the same sincere tone of your waiting and the sheer goodness of, uhm, your heart. Post pa more maje:-) and text lang d.i to my smart phone if ur finished na with Once, or not anymore planning to watch it, :-)
Post a Comment