Thanks for being a great friend... D

Sometimes you hide something so well that you lose it or
something gets lost trying to hide it, like a smile frozen in a word,
like a simple and beautiful memory. like a thousand words to say
that turn into this, all of this, but if I were here I'd let them out,
they would flow free in a breath of wind that would take them far
away. As their melody continued to play on the strings of the
wind: "I MISS YOU"

PS: È il mio primo testo interamente in inglese, quindi grazie per averlo letto