The virgin who tried regret

I was looking for your lips on my pillow

And all that I found was your scent

Your cold scent...

The cartboard sky threatened us with stars...

We\'d survived many mornings

And your voice was getting used to me...it said nothing...

everything started with silence...Everything ended with another one...

-Is happiness a song that belongs to rain?

-Is it always like this?

You were smiling of the absurd that came between us and i opened the newspaper...thinking that...

People blink more often than the sun...And you had to leave...

-Goodbye my song with leafs and clouds...

You told me i\'m pathetic and you had an exam next week so we\'ll never see each other again...I kissed u goodbye..on ure forehead...

and closed my eyes...i had a few novels not to finish and didn\'t want to lose you so easily...I did it though...