amour de trans

The house looks bigger, especially the bedroom, where there's nothing left of you but your perfume.

I find in your absence a great emptiness, when I see the roses in the garden.

I live by the phone, but when it rings, it's never the phone call I was hoping for.

You forget me and I sing, but if I sing, it's only to stop me from crying.

My heart says, "I love you," he can only say that. I don't want to lose you, I need you too much.