I see you falling, I do not know if I hurts. I hear you mourn, but your tears do not move me. Does it?
I have so much pride that I do not know if I enjoy your sadness.
I know you spend sleepless nights, you see happen every minute every second of the night and I while I sleep in my bed away from you. My dreams are no longer signed with your letter.
full-throated cry to my name, but quiet, I plugged my ears to conscience not to go this time. I have heard so much about you that everything I knew has faded. Or you have deleted without me noticing? I thought I had a story in print, I forgot to record it when I filled the book with a pencil. It is a common mistake, I'm not alone.
I closed the windows of my room, so the wind does not scream your name. Will be easier to forget that. But .. Do you really want that? Or is what I have been led to believe? 'll Call you back and once again I delight in your tears. They are so bitter that I taste like candy.
up stories, I do not want to see me as I feel inside, my pride outweighs this time my love. Will you no longer want? Will you help me afraid? welcome your tears with alcohol and maybe a whore with no name and no face make me forget that my heart beat next to yours, and still he tries. But I do not let him. I take refuge in banality talks, people who have given me back but now are my most cherished friendships. "I will to hurt?
Perhaps when you leave behind these questions and see through my pride is too late and miss you forever .. I do not know if I want or maybe I love you. I do not know if my pride will go to the love of my life.
I do not know ..
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