Curling up on the couch
With your arms around my waist...
With a heavy heart, I remember your half-way held...
Sitting alone on your bar stool throne
cold unseeing eyes tilted...
Send me another email
I can't get enough of your prose...
Maybe I poured to much of my heart to you
or did I not poor enough to you...
I got lost into your sweet words
how you make me feel...
I was ready to forget you.
I was ready to give up on you...
She's no mediocre, mind bottling like the universe...
But as for the world is only interested in...
Your love was intoxicating,
kept me running back to you...
My Dear Angela,
Lovely it is to hear your voice...
So few things shine so bright,
Still so few things bring such delight...
Scream for me as I would for you
Give me light in this moment of darkness...