They are made of hidden things. They are made up of things that I do not like to show now, I like to keep them and save them for me when I hear, for when I can feel that, yes, its worth it to show. They are made of hidden things. I like to whisper softly, silently. As the sweetness. And extreme. And hidden in the words, in the eyes, in the smiles. And In, in dreams. Silent, is rooted in it. And jealously guarded. Who moves the armor, my armor made of concrete, hard fragility, makes me tremble. Touch my sensitivity, laying a hand on his heart. They are made of hidden things, and every little thing excites me. Do not freak easily sweetness, but I write about it, talk about it. It written on the hands, on the tears, a hug. It s all there. They are made of hidden things. How the moon at night. I show a bit at a time. I hide. Then, resplendent.
Posted on: Mon, 30 Jun 2014 08:34:30 +0000
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