sábado, 27 de dezembro de 2008

Don't let me free

Is this the end of us?
When you told me you were going away, I just closed my eyes and thought how empty this bedroom would be without your soul leading me. I miss the way I felt when you were here. I don't miss words, I just miss your voice whispering softly our crazy desires. I don't miss the tears but the reason to cry.
Tears... I have never seen yours, so, they never existed or I was not able to see them in the darkness of our passion.
It's my fault. I didn't trust your feeling, only mine. I just wonder do you miss me... or just think about me for some seconds, at least. How am I in your thoughts? Are my words stronger than my beauty? Do you think in me when you are kissing another?
What I learned with you? The colors in a lover's eyes are not real. They are magic, not real.
But, I decided to live that illusion. It was my choice. You were my choice. I tried to be happy for a while. I am waiting for you, like many times before...
So you come back...
I don't wanna you let go anymore, but I'm sure you are not here to stay forever. I can't teel you that something happens in my heart because you are so... thought­less. You wouldn't know how to distinguish a person in love from a cardiac patient.
I don't believe the words I hear you say, but could you say, just one time, that you love me and you are mine?


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Hey, it's for you ;]
You deserve more than that,
but I ask you to forgive my inexperience :)

5 comentários:

Fernanda Alves disse...

pra dizer a verdade,sei quase nada de ingles...mas fico feliz por vê um novo texto teu=)

Andre Z. disse...

Perfect !

naughtyscholar disse...

Great job... And thanks!!! Who are you writing about... Someone real or fictional? Was nice to be able to read your post without a translator!!

SUSANA disse...

I don't speak English! =(
Dia 30 é meu níver: 20 aninhos!

Juliana disse...

eheheheh
thi amei o post ficou lindo...ficou forte...nao consigo pensar em outra palavra alem de penentrante.:)
bjukas