BY AFT

where have you gone love
how come you are hiding from me
thought I caught you by the bus stop
but you slipped through my hands
thought you stay with me this summer
but you just stayed the night

oh where are you now love
would you please give me a clue
a sneak preview of what lies ahead
a peak of the heart I pin beside my bed
so tired of running sick of this game
but still I am in if you are

from: letters from an apartment
by: to my greatest equation / adina-therése