Is not you,is me
When you left my eyes were cover in tears, little that I know those tear wipe out the foggines that donβt let me see who you were and how you treat me. When you left right after I discover the real you.
So these days I find my self missing somebody that is not you but my greatest idea of you, after all I come to think that I donβt miss you I miss love somebody and that somebody it isnβt you is me.
















