Re: What do you think?
Sitting beside my books, thinking about you, I ask, who are you?
Taking a deep breath in a lonely room, I ask, who are you?
Standing at a place, surrounded by a crowd of people, I still look at you, who are you?
People whispering, people talking people shouting, but the voice I hear is only you, who are you?
You talk to them, you smile at them, standing nearby, I don’t speak but look at you, just thinking, who are you?
I try to speak and laugh with you, but all in vain, that’s why I ask, who are you?
By your presence, by your absence I am affected, who are you?
The day we talked, I smiled at the mirror,
The day we laughed together, I remember, answer me, who are you?
Your voice is special, your style is special, your smile is special who are you?
You left the place, you left my life, I was in pain, torn apart, so I thought, who are you?
Now I can’t see you, can’t talk to you, can’t laugh with you,
Sitting beside my books, in grief, remembering the moments spent with you,
Those days with the wind, flew,
Thinking about you, my words are few, but please tell me, who were you?