I'm losing. Yes, yes, and not look at me with that face because you know it's true. Although we like to pretend it is not so, it is. And now I mourn not work in the evening and next morning to do as it has not happened. For every tear that has eluded us has created a river between us. And you know what a river on earth with the passage of time: a valley. Yes, yes, a valley. The problem is that we spend too much time left and the river of tears has dried up and now the valley is too deep to call Valley. Now only the abyss. And you're there, we ah & iacutee;, one meter away, but look down da vertigo. And look forward too, because I do not know what to expect. And I fear that the promises and the "forever" remain mere empty words, because, believe me, I never said anything that did not believe, and that I talk a lot.
But you know what I mean, right? Secrets that are now, malicious eyes of the lost confidence of all that hurts just thinking about it. There is no such evenings of laughter, confessions, nonsense ... So long that we have nothing of that which I seem distant memories, the kind of infanca that are remembered with a smile and a suspway, I'm preparing another. Because I can not end here. I will apply the story and move on. I will tear the guts twelve years and still half empty, but still, who cares how. And then maybe one day your sun and mine placed on the same west.
you fall from your pedestal of a goddess that I had raised. You have been dropped. But I tried to jump and reach out and I fell into the abyss.
(This morning I spoke of the song that escuho. Now I understand it, and sadly it is thanks
0 comments:
Post a Comment