Le milleur de la passe à dire:

“Il est trop tôt”, puis “Il est trop tard.”

Thursday, December 31, 2009

For you..

For all the stories we've been,
For all the songs we've lived.
For everything that's left,
For everything that will forever be.
For you, for me
For every thing we'll never be.
For love never hurts,
It'll never cease.
For the smile you left,
For my laughter.
For all the silences you've filled for me,
For everything you mean,
You are..

This blue moon rises for you.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I like!