I walk under the rain
In the long streets of Paris...

***I wrote that poem for my bestfriend Zoe on her...
My little Zoe...

F**k, what's happening
I don't know if anyone cares...

Staring at the sky
Beautifuly grey...

Sometimes I wish we hadn't met
That you never came here...

Sitting on my chair
Memories coming past...

Is this really over ?
Is this really the end...

I don't know how to start this
I wish I could write our story...

This is I guess,
Finally the end...

My dearest,
I don't really know how to start of this letter...

1,2,3,4
This is how fast time goes by...

The end
This is the end...