Saturday, June 27, 2009

I Like The Smell Of My Jockstrap

love and writers such as Mexico and clouds



Dear my love, you're sleeping, you're beautiful. I wanted to wake up, tell you everything, but I was afraid of sobs and silence. I would like to take you away, but it is not right. The plane leaves at 6.30 and you are still sleeping. I do not want to wake up, not this time. It's hard to lie and you're stubborn. And I do not know what to do. My departure is forced, or maybe not, I will never understand, but I can not stop. I would tell you everything at once, wake up and see your smile. I would also like to smile but I know that no shadows would not be so. the night is still long, I would tell you more, I would not be able, I have no words, I would take you away with me. My silence is my fortune, behind the silence there is no deception, there is a desire to live without fear, without regrets or maybe it's my stupid way to love, to love you. and I have not finished yet. We lost and found so many times. All roads take me back to you, I just fear away. Again fate will decide for us. I do not want to lose you, I will continue to seek and expect. Tvb.

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