i miss you
i miss your eyes
i miss your hands
i miss your smell
i miss your jokes
i miss your voice
i miss your hair
i miss when you and I
play like a child
I miss the sounds you make when you kiss me
i miss your kisses
i miss your lips
i miss how you smell
i miss your hugs
really miss your hugs
i miss you
i miss a lot of things
a lot of things
but i really, miss you are in my life
i miss you
I miss you
i miss you 5747
but i hope and trust in God
you come back with me
i miss your eyes
i miss your hands
i miss your smell
i miss your jokes
i miss your voice
i miss your hair
i miss when you and I
play like a child
I miss the sounds you make when you kiss me
i miss your kisses
i miss your lips
i miss how you smell
i miss your hugs
really miss your hugs
i miss you
i miss a lot of things
a lot of things
but i really, miss you are in my life
i miss you
I miss you
i miss you 5747
but i hope and trust in God
you come back with me
es triste hechar de menos a alguien...
ResponderEliminarAsì como dirìa el Dr. Lecter..... las cicatrices nos recuerdan que le pasado fuè real. Es delicioso recordar a alguien, su aroma, su textura y lo que significò para uno mismo y recordarlo de una buena manera.
ResponderEliminar