I'm not really indulging myself..
Tat is something only time can do..
Tho you have since left..
You remain always in my heart..
I dun feel as if you are no longer here with me..
I am not in denial..
That I cannot see what I am doing..
There is really no answer to this..
How do you measure love?
All those memories are like postcards from the past..
Let the postman come knocking at night..
And deliver it in our dreams..
Soon.. I shall be able to see your smile..
Just the way I remembered..
Indulging in the past..
Allowed me to feel you once more..
Even tho you're no longer here..
Let the postman come knocking at night..
And deliver it in our dreams..
Constantly in my tot.. I dream of you..
And in there we are together again..
The pain is a constant reminder..
Of losing you..
Missing you.. I keep thinking of you..
In the light of day, we'll seal up these (letters) memories..
and have them delivered once again in our dreams..
Soon.. I shall be able to see your smile..
Just the way I remembered..
Indulging in the past..
Allowed me to feel you once more..
Even tho you're no longer here..
(But I know) you have since left..