Apple
Let me breathe for a few seconds, because my blood is not going to my head, so do not think clearly.
If I could choose one place, your arms would be if I could choose where to look would be your eyes, if I could choose one would be the sensation of your touch, you could opt for the best taste I've ever experienced would be your kiss.
But when it comes like a flash without direction or direction, just takes my view of life and things clear and sharp that I can remember, your love is a trap in May that I might hurt me, just go crazy with fact do not see you, imagine not having you?
I never felt something so strong yet so simple at the same time is so strong that it gets out of control inside of me, and simple because is composed of the four basic letters, easy to say, read or think. If I could turn back time and choose a time, choose to never have known you, or so would certainly not make me suffer in any way.
If I was important for a few seconds, enough for you, my love gave you the feeling I never imagined feeling, was something that made you lose your breath, take off your concentration for "enes" minutes, it made your stomach do twirl just me look, your head seemed to leave his usual place, your body shuddered at my touch, your eyes looked into mine as if it had only to look, and then in those moments when I was there so many feelings and sharing feelings with you and just there I was sure he felt for me, but that were fractions of seconds, which finally ended and I again found myself aimlessly lost your feelings without having to taste like a delicious red apple and just the smell.
I miss the second course, there I was happy pleasures I'll never have again.
PS: A dor é tamanha, que me sinto cair em um buraco sem fim
Inglish: The pain is so great that I feel fall into an endless pit
Français: La douleur est si grande que je me sens tomber dans un puits sans fin
sábado, maio 29, 2010
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