To the spirit that flew away

Tell the black hair I've been curling
that I've missed every single strand it has
Tell it I'm still wishing that I can smell its scent again
And I wanted to go back to our past.

Tell the soft skin I've been caressing
That I miss touching its layers every night
that the way it made me feel
is better than the warmth of every source of light

Tell the eyes I always looked at before
to show the world the colors it have
that brown is something to be proud of
that truth is something to be known
that he is beautiful everytime he stares at me.

Tell your stories that its okay
that you're good enough to be recognized
(and I recognize you)
(and I still like you)
(and I will always be here for you)
that you're better than I have become
that I miss the laugh we used to had

Tell the spirit that flew away
with the words that have gone with the wind
and all the promises that were broken
and all the dreams that we've spoken,
Tell your foolish little ego
that it's okay if you let me go.

Tell it that I'm still waiting
Tell it that I'm not hoping
Tell it that I am believing
and I am sticking
With those sweet phrases that you told me
And that I'd let you in when we're ready
When everything becomes silent
and it will only be our hearts that will speak
for both of us.