Sometimes D.
Sometimes I hear the wind whisper your name.
Sometimes I feel the sun cannot warm my skin how your eyes do it.
Sometimes the flame of my heart is so turned off that only you can give him a smile like a spark to recover that fire lost.
Sometimes your absence let the time go so fast to turn yellow, like the pages of a book, my dreams and "graying" my heart.
Sometimes I hear the wind whisper your name.
Sometimes I feel the sun cannot warm my skin how your eyes do it.
Sometimes the flame of my heart is so turned off that only you can give him a smile like a spark to recover that fire lost.
Sometimes your absence let the time go so fast to turn yellow, like the pages of a book, my dreams and "graying" my heart.
Sometimes I feel the light of your face will never leave the dark corners of my soul.
Sometimes, when this house is so empty, I allow to the words to find the keys to lock up in a corner that tyrant pain.
Sometimes when winter comes with its horrible cold, destroying my bones and when summer is an autumn in blooms, I think about you and everything vanished in my heart because you are my perfect rhyme.
but often a picture of yourself and the only thing I have about you.
