A.N.A.L. (A Nostalgic Affair, Lost)

We used to make love on that sofabed
I loved to touch your chest, and on it I lay my head
We have good memories together, but instead
I'm getting rid of them in my head

I miss your place
I miss your face
I miss touching your skin
I miss kissing you as you grin

*Were the radio waves of my heart able to reach you?
It’s broadcasting from the Heart Station of sinners
And only God knows
How much I miss you.

We used to smoke a lot together
Marlboro Black, specially in rainy weather
I used to cuddle you a lot
Now all I have is an empty spot...

In my heart, that now...
Beats only for one.

I miss you.

*Heart Station by Utada Hikaru



Posted on Flickr: November 2009