Missing you
I miss the smell of your perfume
And the scent of your hair
I miss the blink in your eyes
And the red of your smile
I miss the heat of your body
And the touch of your hands
I miss the girl you was
And i hate the goodbye
I miss the beers we drunk
And the movies we watched
I miss the trips we made
And the food we ate
I miss the sound of your voice
And the accent you had
I miss the talks we had
And i hate it was over in the blink of an eye.
And the scent of your hair
I miss the blink in your eyes
And the red of your smile
I miss the heat of your body
And the touch of your hands
I miss the girl you was
And i hate the goodbye
I miss the beers we drunk
And the movies we watched
I miss the trips we made
And the food we ate
I miss the sound of your voice
And the accent you had
I miss the talks we had
And i hate it was over in the blink of an eye.
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| Auteur: Luc diamant | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 18 april 2016 | ||
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