paino strikes
soft beat
tear to my eye
rainbow coloured room
shadows everywhere
rain on the window
dark gray day
reminisant
the outline
your ghost stands
at the bottom of the bed
gentle breeze
in through the gap of the door
tv down volume down low
remote bitten away
your sitting there
with me
your looking into my eyes
no need for words
its january
im back there
your here again
we`re all alone
its january again
