This is my place, in which nothing is left to say ... why is it that this happened costume ... or simply because I wanted ... and because the feelings are the same these platforms, although some things are no longer ... and if there is a sense II is because there previous Sensations ...
As I said ... they are just feelings ... some that I left yesterday ... others who are in some moments ...
Back home, of looking after an empty walk and discover your shirt on you forgot your smell ...
confess without shame that slept hugging her ... not as with that you left me with love ... but clinging as if that act would forget the pain go ... like I could not penetrate in the embrace ...
Waking up in middle of the night with the crazy need to remove the drawer of my table the wonderful and magical crystallite you gave me in this game of hiding in your hands ... and breathe relieved to see there ... Dawn
Tuesday with a huge hole there ... where is the seat of the soul ... and suppress the urge to call ...
dive into my loom as resonated far beyond :"... she makes ... " the most beautiful I have ever written ...
face my responsibilities without knowing very well how to face the end ... but ...
Remember that the last thing I heard you say was also I'm gonna miss you ...
Want to know how are you and write and erase thousands of times on my cell phone ...
Seek to end ... Swinging
no rest between grief and hope ... and not knowing where to stay ... Missing
... Smiling
like to see me and that will relieve a little ... as be used ... Back
tired inside and out and hear that you had called ...
Calling you ...
not find ....
not understand ...
is insane ... but neither you nor I stopped be ... Fortunately
....
Or not ... who can say?
The flowers are still there ... and the picture that captured my soul while Put them in the vase ... intact ...
Back home, of looking after an empty walk and discover your shirt on you forgot your smell ...
confess without shame that slept hugging her ... not as with that you left me with love ... but clinging as if that act would forget the pain go ... like I could not penetrate in the embrace ...
Waking up in middle of the night with the crazy need to remove the drawer of my table the wonderful and magical crystallite you gave me in this game of hiding in your hands ... and breathe relieved to see there ... Dawn
Tuesday with a huge hole there ... where is the seat of the soul ... and suppress the urge to call ...
dive into my loom as resonated far beyond :"... she makes ... " the most beautiful I have ever written ...
face my responsibilities without knowing very well how to face the end ... but ...
Remember that the last thing I heard you say was also I'm gonna miss you ...
Want to know how are you and write and erase thousands of times on my cell phone ...
Seek to end ... Swinging
no rest between grief and hope ... and not knowing where to stay ... Missing
... Smiling
like to see me and that will relieve a little ... as be used ... Back
tired inside and out and hear that you had called ...
Calling you ...
not find ....
not understand ...
is insane ... but neither you nor I stopped be ... Fortunately
....
Or not ... who can say?
The flowers are still there ... and the picture that captured my soul while Put them in the vase ... intact ...
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