Sometimes your words are what encouraged me to breathe, if I do I'm drowning in a sea of \u200b\u200btears. Sometimes you feel so close, others do not feel you. Thousands of miles and yet you are the only one who sigh. You will never read these letters, but I have hope that the wind you take them ... even in a thousand years, when our bodies are mirror of the past and my love for you continues to shine in the universe. Are the part of me that gives me reason, my mind most evil and my sweetest dream. In your sixteen years has broken my heart with the fragility with which they break waking dreams. You're there, me here ... and I hope that time will be a truce and find naked under a blanket to hide our actions. Would not change a single one of your words for another year of life ... because the age of my heart will be eternal because thou hast done infinitely. And your name in my text, your name on me like a sewing needle your presence in my soul. Sometimes I forget and you wake up and find you closer than ever. Let the sleeping soul and paint my dreams the color of your eyes ..
Monday, February 2, 2009
Why Does My Stomach Stick Out After Meals?
Sometimes your words are what encouraged me to breathe, if I do I'm drowning in a sea of \u200b\u200btears. Sometimes you feel so close, others do not feel you. Thousands of miles and yet you are the only one who sigh. You will never read these letters, but I have hope that the wind you take them ... even in a thousand years, when our bodies are mirror of the past and my love for you continues to shine in the universe. Are the part of me that gives me reason, my mind most evil and my sweetest dream. In your sixteen years has broken my heart with the fragility with which they break waking dreams. You're there, me here ... and I hope that time will be a truce and find naked under a blanket to hide our actions. Would not change a single one of your words for another year of life ... because the age of my heart will be eternal because thou hast done infinitely. And your name in my text, your name on me like a sewing needle your presence in my soul. Sometimes I forget and you wake up and find you closer than ever. Let the sleeping soul and paint my dreams the color of your eyes ..
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