is a pity that everything runs locked in a few lines that are not even written by hand, but there we: limiting feelings, hearts stabbing and killing hope.
How is it possible to finish something, somehow, did not start?
Why can not end without more, without reproach?
Do you know how much it hurts to be silent all the pain that eventually you end up throwing things on the face are not even true?
guess a few months ago, I read so many empty words trauma had created a passenger ... but, today, not even my eyes were clouded. I guess has stopped hurting ; the end of the day, nature is wise and immunize us against attacks (when possible).
I think, as always, I'll stay without knowing what they wanted from me (if they really wanted something.) However, with time, everything grows out of mind: what was once a world, now it's just a small corner.
I always have the consolation of knowing what I wanted, it certainly was something that was never true. Now simply what I want is to see and do not know how it sounds to me your face.
COMMENTS
1. Plinnn ... Hehe, if you follow it to see the streak :) Happy holidays and good start of the year, a kiss and thank you very much!
2. Carmen. Haha, well ... I have more of that spoiled ***** Gylippus :) but really think they are superior (what a shame). A greeting and thanks!
3. Miryam *. happened to me too small, but now the back ... I flip. Indeed, to thank him is by education, but there seems little educated people around me (so I say it's a bad habit). Please tell your experience, a greeting! :)
4. Our thoughts daily. right: we are good people and take advantage. Well it's over! Thanks for your comment :) Merry Christmas!
Song: What comes off
From: Dani Martin
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