Miss B..

(1984 / Baia-Mare)

just me n you


I write a ballade for you my love
A ballade that speaks so true
I write one that speaks of my love
And one about me and you
I saw you once while I was asleep
I saw something so real and true
I write of you and me my love, cause there’s just me and you

Since you’ve been gone I try to feel
I try to feel your touch
I sleep in your shirt that you once wore
Although it may not seem like much
I love how it feels against my chest and though my heart is torn
I think of me and you and it’s so simple because there’s just the two
I write of you and me my love, cause there’s just me and you

Yesterday I wore your socks
Cause it so just made me feel
Like I didn’t need to see my feelings
As something kept in a pretty box
Sometimes our love seems like the one decided on a lucky wheel
But if I ignored my love for you, I just would not be true
I write of you and me my love, cause there’s just me and you

I hope I just won’t have to feel
This pain so real and true
For so much longer like you want
Cause I’m so always here for you
I write of you and me my love, cause there’s just me and you

Submitted: Monday, May 10, 2010

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