sábado, 15 de março de 2014

Sometimes, most of time, all the time...

Sometimes, most of time, all the time...
I think of you
I remember your voice
I dream with you
and I can feel your touch...

Can't express miself
I can't say the ugly truth for you
I struggle to dont scream and say I love you

Can't breathe
Can't walk
Can't run...
Away
To you...





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