walked in quiet solitude before without emotions.
Before your arrival I was quiet empty.
When did this change?
when I started to care?
This intense agony nosaber I think to meditate.
In these cold and cloudy days,
you feel them warm and clear. Nightly
your sky and contemplate our conversations my
and although the distance even want to make exceptions,
can feel the emotions.
among us still breathes an air of doubt,
my fears haunt my immense desire to have you,
deleted my hands sometimes what I would tell you.
In my arms I just want Busting .....
but I remain silent because they do not begin to express yourself as .........
0 comments:
Post a Comment