See your face on a photograph, but I can’t kiss you


I’ll walk each pace on my own in this city. Searching through the maze that won’t lead me home. Eye’s on the floor, head full of self pity. Such a crazy day, such a funny way to go

And all I can do is miss you, see your face on a photograph, but I can’t kiss you. And a text or a call just won’t do. Won’t you heal my heart of blue?

I still remember your promises, you always said you would be better off a part of this. So why do I feel like I’m winning a loser’s games? It’s such a shame. But should I erase every thought of you?

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Tekst: Heart of blue – Shannon Saunders

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I'm Martine, a bubbly and talkative twenty-one-year-old who's currently living in London. I love friendly people, sad films, silly movies, photography and blogging. Especially blogging.

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