am If I remember how boring they were, until you came into my life and you could show me how much fun you were, passing the beautiful sleepless in your arms. Prohibdio what appeared to wallow in my parents' bed, scared and excited as we thought we heard strange noises coming from the garden that was once the garage. Now it's just a sample of the day I spend sleepless, recalling those hours that he thought would be forever, I thought had no end.
Then comes the sun, with the dawn, which seems so bright, but is overshadowed, with your smile. The that illuminated my soul aflame my corazóny caused that flash in my eyes, denoting the fact that at last I was in love. Now is a walk in the park, not the scent of flowers without the green of the trees, not the lost star that is still apparent in the morning, without the power shot, which made me feel. What happens is that now weighs a new day. What happens is that the calendar is tired of being increasingly slim, if not swallow more than time and every day sees further your return.
I do not think about lunch, I enjoyed every day. There is no sweetness in the sugar, there's no flavor in fruits and water makes me thirsty, for the hunger of my body is dead, to the insatiable appetite that my soul has of your kisses. If my skin and does not receive one more of your touch, every day is fading. Although it is noon and the sun is at the top, I hid in the shadows, waiting until my mind and your clarification, your picture in my head that prevents me from continuing with the certainty that you will , s there, no matter what acontesca.
How heavy are the evenings when I am inert and lifeless, as if I had torn all the joy, waiting for your call ; the one answering the phone, which answers only the cold voice from oblivion. If it is check the mail, for the thousandth time, or is looking at your photos, to remember that no person more beautiful, looking more closely, and with disheveled hair but as soft as cotton yarns that body so sensual, that once was mine, once I go with my lips that miss you are left breathless. But they can not breathe, may no longer want, then sleep is lacking, to ask the moon, which may please thee to be a character, in my fantasy, I like to call sleep.
But certainly, what hurts most is the night. If you're not there to cover me from this cold, to fill that void, to continue with these jokes that were like chicken soup for my soul. If the sun is up you left I remember, I remember my life has lost all sense and may not have a morning to make me forget that today is a martyrdom. If I have fear of my dreams, because you perfect, but there is always the risk that forced me to wake up and your image clear. If every day falls a star denotes that the hope I have put on your back, slowly runs out. Do not ask me I forget, do not beg me to stop loving you, that makes me mad the powerless to achieve this.
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