“The stars, they keep talking about you.”

The meaning of life has suddenly appeared in the spark of her eyes.

Sad birds still sing.

Her eyes are my favorite book to read.

I miss the love I used to see in her eyes.

On my silent days, I miss you a little louder.

Come back. These broken pieces couldn’t beat anymore.

She used to sleep listening to his heartbeat on his arm.

Let me take you to the moon, where only you can feel is love.

Her image flickered all night in my tear-filled eyes.

Her memories cripple me at night.

You left my heart drowning in the sea of loneliness.

All I need is her lap to rest and her smile to gaze.

My streets are missing your visits.

The traces of her memories are still left behind.

And I feel for you like the raindrops on the ground.

I love smelling her scent on my pillows.