just a word, a gesture, and while talking, I still silent, I see. I enjoy the color of your eyes and lose myself in your eyes, in your speech, with the way you can provoke. An inopportune time, a dangerous desire, if only I could enjoy from your lips, enjoy up to fall in love.
But time is not the same, and the circumstances, the difficulty of the road. But to constantly think of you, there's a smile looking out. Because in the midst of all this, you become a light in a beautiful emotion, talk and talk to me, to listen and hear me.
I want you to accompany me to a different place, where my desires are fully met. Maybe that would be easier, and the determination to kiss not find obstacle. One morning as I have imagined this next to you, and look straight in the eye and tell stories that fill me, motivate me. I want to become a part of me, I want to convince you how I feel.
What callus, you know, it whispers to me look at your heart, there's so much sleep at night, and in the mornings you just think, would have you near me, and together they breathe the same air , which gives life and nourishes our love slowly. But nevertheless, I feel so close, there are not many things in this world that discourages me, not since I exist in my life.
between thoughts
An idea, a desire without consent, a moon with no stars and nostalgia for a past without a future, a moment of repentance and a sun that heats in the morning, a desire that drives me crazy to kiss your lips so precious, a moment of passion lost in the sense of reason. How to put aside what I feel, how to get you off my mind from the beginning.
why I write, to vent my feelings, to create a sound paragraphs with the songs that I felt, to listen, with the storm, those things that keep me alert, awake with excitement. Strange feeling that is mixed with the confusion of not knowing how to choose and lose the sense of consciousness.
breathe slowly, an embarrassment, sigh, a delicate tension and a hole in my heart. Come along, let's take this together, as if fate has its ink in this story becomes a godsend to us.
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