Monday 14 November 2011

Rain drops falling down the window,
Inhaling the scent of your cologne.
Turning my head, you're no longer here.
Reaching out, nothing but emptiness.
Grasping the air in search for your hand.
Fingers falling hopelessly to the ground.

Cause even if you're not here,
Time stops for no one.
Cause even if things turn,
All I can hope is you'll come back
Com back and be my morning star.
Morning star.

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