¡no fumes!

miércoles, enero 28, 2009

the fact

The fact that you think of me makes me sing.
The fact that I think of you makes me weep.

The fact that you wait for me makes me fly.
The fact that I wait for you makes me cry.

The fact that you want me gives me life.
The fact that I want you takes it back.

I long for memories that do not exist.
and the fact is that you can not have me.