I'm here, listening to a song that reminds me of you.
The kind of song that you would sing to me, if you sang at all.
The kind of song you would whistle away, if you whistled at all.
The kind of song you would hum to me till I sleep, if you made me sleep at all.
The kind of song that sweeps you off your feet, if it moves you at all.
If you were here, you would say this is a silly song, if you spoke at all.
If you were here, you would turn it off and turn your attention to me, if you payed any attention at all.
If you were here, you would laugh of this, if you had any emotion at all.
If you were here, you would hold me and dance away, if you touched me at all.
So, does the song reminds me of you at all?
So, do you remember me at all?
So, do you know I exist at all?
So, do you exist at all?
I'm here, listening now to something much better. This whispering silent.
quinta-feira, 30 de dezembro de 2010
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