We are strangers in a world of acquaintances .
We pretend we don't care but we do,
We want to pass by and not look,
We try to look elsewhere but we can't.
...this is not a poem...this is the pure truth...
Look at my heart...here it is...i once gave it to you but you didn't know what to do with it and you threw it away... i lost it now... i have no fuckin' idea how to get it back...but i do want it back! :
When we'll meet again...do you think we'll act as nothing happened...do you think you are going to be able to look at me as you did back then?...i wonder...i wonder and i dream...i dream of the day that i'll meet you on a crowded street in New York...
I am te girl with the broken umbrella
That will always and forever love you.
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