Sonntag, 14. März 2010
*...and we walked without words*
I know you don’t really read my letters,
The very thought of not knowing the exact location
Of the room where we shared our last kiss will eventually kill me,
‘Cause it wasn’t just any kiss.
It wasn't like a first kiss or a second kiss or a millionth kiss...
But it was a perfect kiss.
It was a kiss we had been working on forever.