Saturday, 18 June 2011

Last sentence...

I hate cloudy air so hurt that only you can heal all the lonely yesterday's kite thrown in the corner of the intersection whom I do not want you to find the reasons for leaving

Every night you close your eyes I saw the nightmare is not smiles, but the person next to me at the moment a crack in the sky directly cut into my heart do not want to pretend that vulnerabilities do not want to love the weak

In fact, I love you I do not want to lose your right to say that I do not want you to give her a kiss while only sweltering may know more than I want to seize your heart

I know she loves you, you sad I am afraid of her afraid of you happy every day pretending to beg you to leave. Can not go wayward hidden in my mind the last sentence is actually i still love you



Can I beg you not to go wayward hidden in my mind the last sentence is actually still love you.

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