Some times I wonder
what would it be like
to touch you once again?
To get a glimpse of
your tender heart,
to see your eyes filled with sunlight?
They say old loves
never die
but I get the sense
it is not so.
Instead they get stuck
in the purgatory of souls,
they resurface in between
the new moon and the old.
what would it be like
to touch you once again?
To get a glimpse of
your tender heart,
to see your eyes filled with sunlight?
They say old loves
never die
but I get the sense
it is not so.
Instead they get stuck
in the purgatory of souls,
they resurface in between
the new moon and the old.