Matilda
can not explain, and I got tired of thinking ... Saturday, May 22, 2010
Everything Tastes Like Blood
obviously not with reason but with the feel,
the only way this can be done.
I was so happy to see you, so you could not hold back my laughter
and could only look at you and smile, you my girl you my foreign persons feel;
and giant saw you seemed like a dream, one of those that make you think
if what you see is true, if what you believe is real.
And I kept laughing and since then I knew that you too I love you
that never in my anger and I really wish that grow no more
And now that you fell asleep on my chest that you shared with me
that moment of peace that moment sad, because I cherish
and the writing, but you already forgotten;
I will not be more than a witness, to tell you what happens
what you do and with whom you spend your time
And your conscience will be lost my voice today
that calms you, that lulls you today
to that already in weeks
certainly got used and may one day have a strange feeling
one with which the reason
solution you and maybe just sit and laugh because what then
have already had it.
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