lunes, 9 de septiembre de 2013

Sometimes all it's a joke on me. I can't understand, what was wrong? I was only looking for love... It's a crime? You, he, she, all found that they were looking for, but, I? I'm lonely, like ever... I can't stop to think about what we would have... I hear the rain, I picture you and me... together... in a Sofa... You look at the window, while I, with my head in your knees, read a book. But, I haven't that, I have nothing... I haven't you or nobody... And isn't only my imagination... Life show me every moment the thing that you have with her, all I wanted for us... Again, my dreams were for other and not for me. Sometimes, I'm not sure, how long more my heart will resist.

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