(no subject)
Do you remember my head on your shoulder
Lying in hope to catch some sleep
And the way I called your belly-button
Gazing fondly at you?
All that lovey-dovey behavior has been done to death
Tears and sorrow settled in my room
But not a whisper of reproach any more
Now I’ll ease you of that care
You’ll never see me... crying
But from now on
You will live with the feeling of small teardrop on your shoulder
The invisible tattoo...
This small drop will mostly tickle you
But sometimes it will drive you crazy
Not often
So you’ll be able to live with it
Very joyfully