I am not supposed to cry.
I’m trying
my best not to cry. But I just can’t. Your room, and good bye, I just can’t. I am
trying to calm down. Why are you torturing me?
I know it’s
also hard for you, leaving the scene for a while, but it’s harder than I thought.
I’ll have my Christmas Eve without you. I’ll be welcoming the New Year all by
myself. How can I be happy, if all I am missing is you?
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