feel the violence of my bed, I fell on it, while an invisible program in music player and poignant suicide. In the white ceiling imagine the scene of Poe, notes progress in their torture, united, threatening down on my skin, like the pendulum sharp it will cut my stomach. Suddenly, can not move further, a memory stops night time. Conclusion
last night: No one else has managed to move me so much of pure contemplation of his lips
Prayer
beat the fear and take the whole glass of beer, I filled the throat of its bitter taste. The night is inconsequential events, where the sentence was to celebrate a famous murderer. Ofcourse, what they talked about the importance of escaping that fact. It was the great monologue of success, not sure if it was the smoke coming from your mouth without intent to mine, or your emotion that left me speechless. You're focused and you can throw your beliefs on the table, fascinate me. How I long to be like you, blind both to shine. I speak of my dreams but me ashamed, and you, as I guess, I demand that these are the highest possible. As Asks difficult, you do not care how, just look at the target, impossible or not arrive. You
full energy, I see your skin, piercing eyes, your hair still wet and subject; neat. I knew you wanted to hypnotize, that night I was your prey and did not affect me, or actually do, so I went safe with not under the tongue.
The place becomes vacant, the owner closes the door, and the TV I see that my team is winning, the night was perfect again. Upon leaving, deduced all odds, and war was again myself.
always thought you ready, I was sure I would attend any call, I could have you whenever I wanted, headache, tired or refreshed, like you would come, but my limited by your heart to kill my desire. I am not content with having just your body, I want your soul and your feelings. The inability of your love stop and taste of your detachment soured me a lifetime. Why not call and did not accept more than simple conversations.
The park recovered, the couples sitting on the grass, and lighted trail will not inhibited, there was your skin touching my waist, asking me to drink more beer out there. I stopped walking and I looked like Last time I told you that we will never see again. No more resist the kiss came through my survival instinct, the prayer that had a lot of truth, repeating this prayer while you talk on the table saw.
When I write at night walking back and kisses, the intensity of your mouth and your embrace was not enough to convince me. I refused heroically, after the feeling that always kept me connected to you. I close this Sunday in every word and gesture yours. Perhaps you, the savior of souls, you will understand what I want, maybe I got it and I now have to understand who does did and that is your answer, give me the same thing. If you are not them, "then who?
Today, Easter Sunday, I still hear your songs, which share with the entire city. I only review the prayer Tuesday A kiss from you shall be healed ...
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