miércoles, 27 de marzo de 2013

Worries me: You.

She never came back, she vanished with the night. I still wait for her, wait for her before I call. Will she tell me the truth?, the truth about where she's been; will she be unable to speak?...

I just want to know where are you, I just really need to hear your voice, I don't care about the rest, just tell me you're ok...

Please be my lost and found, be sure you're back around... Please be as well as I, minus the pain of not knowing about you... Please, just be ok.

God please, let her be ok.