My friend, I know, you only live for him, who knows it too, but he does not see you like me, beg you to my mouth to say I admitted me among glasses it is with your skin with who dreams at night and mad with each button you undo, thinking of his hands. he has not seen you tremble, waiting a word, a gesture a hug. he does not see you as I sigh, with open eyes wide, appoint listen. ! ay, my friend! I know he. My friend, do not know what to say, or what to do to see you happy. I wish I could send in the soul or freedom, that is what he is missing, filled the pockets of won wars, dreams and renewed hopes. I want to give you a poetry; you think I am giving the news. My friend, hopefully one day listening to my song, Suddenly, you understand that I wanted was never tell your story because it could be moving. but, sorry, my friend, is not intelligence my wisdom; this is my way of saying things. is not that my job is that it is my language. My friend, princess of an infinite story. my friend, just pretend you to tell me. my friend, to see if one of these days, I finally learn how to talk without giving many rodeos, this whole story I care because youre my friend. My friend, I know, you only live for him, who knows it too, but he does not see you like me, beg you to my mouth to say I admitted me among glasses it is with your skin with who dreams at night ... My friend, do not know what to say, or what to do to see you happy. I wish I could send in the soul or freedom, that is what he is missing, filled the pockets of won wars, dreams and renewed hopes. I want to give you a poetry; you think I am giving the news. My friend, princess of an infinite story. my friend, just prentendo you to tell me. my friend, to see if one of these days, I finally learn how to talk without giving many rodeos, this whole story I care because youre my friend. my friend ...
Posted on: Wed, 31 Dec 2014 20:02:07 +0000
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