.:miss you:.

i walked to old montreal, ready for museums and shit.
when i got there, "ha!", i saw architecture, paintings people.
"haha!!!", i thought about your scent...
i went to the village where the nice restaurants and colonial streets
are,, so pretty.
but i thought about your lips and kisses that are so far away...
i had drinks and fun with new people i met.
but i missed your hugs, your body, your heart..
what does it matters if this or any city in the world is pretty..
i just wanna be with you and that is all in my mind.