26 de diciembre de 2014

wait for me to come home

I don't even know anymore
if I should trust my head
or I should let myself go
with my heart.

And I don't know if I miss
the blue sky and the birds
singing our names
like a song.

Or maybe it's the rain and
the salty smell and the
grooves of my tears
on my pillow.

Today I just can remember 
the warmth of your laugh
and the sweetness
of your heart.

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