Ring

I look at my ring, now stashed away in my bed table´s drawer, and i see you.
Your thin fingers would always let it slip, no matter how hard you try not to.
I´ll always love you, although i had others, not one knew what it is to really have me, and i guess that´s the way it will be.
Yours alone.
Gordo

Listenning to Leave out All the Rest - Linkin Park album Minutes to Midnight