It was so beautiful, it was so beautiful his eyes still burn me as would being able to forget but stagnates and can not help it.
Because when he speaks with his eyes says things I can not understand and slowly undresses and your skin becomes.
And I do not like living if I can not get him out of here that would not kiss him to embrace once more
And I do not want to pass up if I can again find not want to lose him because he is only memorable for my heart unforgettable unforgettable.
It was like a story, it was like the wind Sometimes I tell myself that maybe. I'm making it up if only I could have proof a reminder that I was with him.
I'm going crazy a little, sometimes I wake up and feel my pain here whispers in the ear and says 'where are you love?' ♥
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