by Sasha Raven
(Written by Sasha Raven & Moarzjasac)
in the distance I hear her train.
I am lost in the pouring, heavy rain ...
I stand lost in the pouring rain.
I guess she does not care too much,
she must not care very much?
But I am missing, her gentle touch!!!
Oh how I miss, her gentle touch!!!
My broken heart will never mend,
will my broken heart ever mend?
I feel somehow, for sure, this is the end?
Perhaps this is the end ...
I would give anything, to drop me a line,
if only she would drop me a line,
into the smart telephone of mine,
a text to the smart phone of mine ...
But she is busy, she does not have time ...
Outside on the balcony, I hear a chime!!!
From a church nearby I hear a chime ...
This situation, for me, is so unfair,
oh God it seems so unfair!!!
I wish I could smell fragrance on her hair ...
I crave the smell of her flaxen hair!!!