I keep a secret in my pocket, where I hide certain details of my life. I sense in many moments of undeniable desire to talk, laugh and remember, but is not as easy to care while you sleep, is not so easy to find when you lose. I see the moon at night, feeling the cold wind, I awake from a dream without end, an oblique way to testing.
are many things that I say, many ideas and anagrams that drawing the curtains, and I see the shadow of who I was, I see fading in the hallway, while walking away from everything remember, all wish, or simply living. Memory in flies with a shooting star, is where I always look to be, and find so lost, so happy, like he knows nothing and still have fun.
I have dream, but resting my eyes is a waste of time. Nothing reaches, and between my blankets shivering in the darkness my eyes, I see, far from my room, a future that holds a greater gift, perhaps, but just maybe, a life without pain. I can hug my pillow right now and begging my mind feel the heat when I have this, because there is nothing and nobody in this world that makes me breathe as deep as when I am close.
Silence, deafening me the feeling of wanting to hear your voice, reminding me from this storm is a departure, your beautiful voice whispering words of love. Despite a memory of pain, screams and betrayal, I understand that there is more out there may be a difficult world, but I know if I have you by my side there will be no sorrow that I shake, there is nothing that causes me doubt.
And then I think, and imagine not having you. It is at this time when he mused, to understand that life is my life, where pain I have to suffer a tear to me where the pain is one watch you leave .. I have to feel.
save many more than just a secret in my pocket, it reminds me who I was and who want to be.
are many things that I say, many ideas and anagrams that drawing the curtains, and I see the shadow of who I was, I see fading in the hallway, while walking away from everything remember, all wish, or simply living. Memory in flies with a shooting star, is where I always look to be, and find so lost, so happy, like he knows nothing and still have fun.
I have dream, but resting my eyes is a waste of time. Nothing reaches, and between my blankets shivering in the darkness my eyes, I see, far from my room, a future that holds a greater gift, perhaps, but just maybe, a life without pain. I can hug my pillow right now and begging my mind feel the heat when I have this, because there is nothing and nobody in this world that makes me breathe as deep as when I am close.
Silence, deafening me the feeling of wanting to hear your voice, reminding me from this storm is a departure, your beautiful voice whispering words of love. Despite a memory of pain, screams and betrayal, I understand that there is more out there may be a difficult world, but I know if I have you by my side there will be no sorrow that I shake, there is nothing that causes me doubt.
And then I think, and imagine not having you. It is at this time when he mused, to understand that life is my life, where pain I have to suffer a tear to me where the pain is one watch you leave .. I have to feel.
save many more than just a secret in my pocket, it reminds me who I was and who want to be.
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