How I miss you
Everyday I go to bed,
I look at the lights as I think,
How everybody is,
And how I miss being there.
But also I wait ansiously,
For the letters on my bed,
And always wishing to see,
The name that makes me smile.
But what more ansious I get,
Is when I have the speaker on my ear,
And waiting to be picked up,
So I can hear your voice again.
Now I want to get out,
And just appear on your door,
So that when you see me,
Let the time stop to be just you and me.
La melancolía del vivir algún día se transforma en pureza y alegría, aunque no sera eterna pero durante esos lapsos podrás sentirte completo.
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