Do you think of me?
When you look up at the constellations, and see the stars we were under?
When you walk along the crowded pavement and catch a familiar scent among the passers by?
Do you think of me?
When you're alone?
When you need a shoulder to cry on and someone to hold?
Do you think of me?
When you have good news to share?
When you need to vent to someone who cares?
Do you think of me?
At four in the morning?
And at three in the afternoon?
Do you think of me?
Because, God, do I think of you.
— nada
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
love letters you will never read
PoesiaI have stopped waiting for a reply back from you. Because all my letters, all of them, never reach you. I write love letters with an addressee, an address, enveloped and stamped... but they never reach the postbox. I write love letters you will nev...
