These images that I play in my head,

never see to disappear.

Like the image of you turing away,

not a galance back.

But you've wittness my fairytale

finally come to an end.

You were all that I had and all that I wanted.

Images.

I'm forbidden to remember,

but terrified to forfget.

You hav to exist,

that's my only reason to stay here.

If I leave,

How would I know that you were real?

That you existed in my life.

Images.

Still I yearn for your embrace,

your touch, your smell,

that velvet voice.

But it's only a dstanteo,

a mear memory,

a thought,

all in my head of

images.