Sunday, October 5, 2008

shooting star

when I sleep at night feels like your arms are
wrapped around me,
tears sting my eyes in the mornin
turning around to see that i am alone
no warmth or confort on the bedside
forlonely I get up to start yet another day
when will i accept the fact that it was just a fantasy
which was like a shooting star
A beatiful moment which lasted a few seconds

It doesnt matter

It actually doesnt make a difference whether you miss me or not
coz you are not with me
It doesnt make a difference whether you love me or not
coz you dont trust our love
It doesnt make a difference whether you care or not
coz you couldnt stand by me when i needed you the most