it tastes like hope
and it feels like ended pain forever

it seems that we understand
each other in tongues

i have your voice in my head
and the ghost white sheets on your bed
and the whites of your shades
and your moonlit skin

we walk away, don't pass by
we turn to each other and say not this time
learn to speak to me
it was you
oh I
I sometimes
I say and I do
Last edited by parkt921k at May 15, 2011,