tatatatatata hey!

I miss the park
I miss the sounds of the water hitting the rocks
I miss the sunsets we would watch
I miss the walks from the train to the park
actually, to the pier
but most of all the assurance i had in it all
the pictures we took in the bench on pride day
how lovely you were dressed 
with that white bandeau bra and jean shorts
the kiss up against the wall you gave me
I keep going to those days underneath the sky
where life was green and beautiful under our eyes
where we laid our bodies and thoughts on my neon-indian blanket
I miss your companionship
your warmth at night
or simply when you saw my mind troubled 
and your hand would clasp mine, as if taking me away from it all 
you were so sweet to me, all the time
trusted me with every thought you had
you spoke, and spoke like there was no tomorrow
I loved that, your thoughts were my tunes
re-sounding all day in my head
I know history repeats itself all the time,
but when it comes to one life; individually, things don't happen the same twice
meaning, we will not happen again
but I rest knowing that one day you will find
that someone to whom your thoughts are their tunes
and they'll stay not wanting ever to change the song

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ghb6eDopW8I of monsters and men- little talks