luni, 27 iulie 2009

Mi-e dor si doare

Mi-e dor de el...
Maine vine acasa. Mai sunt doar cateva ore, insa imi par ani. Timpul se incapataneaza sa treaca atat de greu si asteptarea ma doare.
Cand a plecat m-am simtit usurata. Vroiam sa plece, vroiam sa raman singura, vroiam sa ma simt singura stapana a sufletului meu, sa fac ce vreau cand vreau si cum vreau doar eu. Din momentul in care am inchis usa dupa el nu am mai gandit la fel. Imi parea rau ca a plecat si cu greu m-am abtinut sa nu ies dupa el si sa-l mai stang o data in brate, sa-i spun ca-l iubesc si ca nu vreau sa plece.
Vine maine, dar sta doar doua zile si pleaca iar. Nu ma pot bucura de revedere pentru ca despartirea iminenta o umbreste ca un nor negru ce nu lasa soarele sa mangaie o floricica firava.
Si ca sa ma chinui si mai mult, ascult de doua zile o melodie (The Script - I'm Yours) care ma intoarce pe dos.
Maine vine...
Mi-e dor de el...

sâmbătă, 25 iulie 2009

The Script - I'm Yours



You touch these tired eyes of mine
And map my face out line by line
And somehow growing old feels fine.
I listen close for I'm not smart
You wrap your thoughts in works of art
And they're hanging on the walls of my heart

I may not have the softest touch
I may not say the words as such
And though I may not look like much,
I'm yours.
And though my edges may be rough
And never feel I'm quite enough
It may not seem like very much,
But I'm yours .

You healed these scars over time
Embraced my soul
You loved my mind
You're the only angel in my life
The day news came, my best friend died
My knees went weak and you saw me cry
Say I'm still the soldier in your eyes

I may not have the softest touch
I may not say the words as such
And though I may not look like much,
I'm yours.
And though my edges may be rough
And never feel I'm quite enough
It may not seem like very much,
But I'm yours.

I may not have the softest touch
I may not say the words as such
I know I don't fit in that much,
But I'm yours.

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