WHY?

01.06.2008 00:00

(M. to M.)

I saw stars in your eyes when they were looking to that mine.
You were holding my hand, caressing my arms. It was fine.
How sweet were you whenever you came to sit next to me.
When we were walking through the town, yours I wanted to be.
Listening to you playing the guitar or the piano...
I was amazed by things you gave me, those songs and so.
I felt your head on my shoulder, your hair tickled my neck.
That day, you said NO, a song for you I wanted to make.
But the four verses I’ve made that time from big love to you
later I had to change. And the melody is lost, too.
Wasn’t I and weren’t you, short time we were together.
Not only one, but we were two, and the life was better.
I’ve never thought I could miss someone as much as now you,
that I could think about someone all the day. But I do.
You showed me how wonderful love is and I enjoyed it.
I’ve never thought that it would be right you who would end it.
Suddenly, you appeared in my life like a tornado,
dragged me into, and now you leave me here alone, oh.
In my soul stays a big mess after you and my head is
full of questions for which I can’t find any responses.
Why do I still think about you and why can’t I forget
for beautiful whiles I could give you? And why am I sad?
Why do I love you even though you don’t care about it?
What did you see on me before? I will never now it.
Why do I want to cry ever when I see you? Why my heart
screams and longs for you? Why is it so difficult, so hard?
Why do I think about everything you ever wrote me
again and again? You were the first interested in me.
Did you love me truly when I opened you my heart’s door?
Now you don’t look at me, my phone won’t ring twice anymore.
What happened in those five days? I thought it was because I’m...
I had to do much more for us. I want to return time.
That I was bit frightened and didn’t know what to do?
Why did you say STOP when I only began to love you?
I liked your dream, the rose, the songs and the fond messages.
Now it’s past. But I don’t want that are only memories.
I love you. I hope I wasn’t only experience.
I owe you one little kiss and you owe me second chance.