They told me believing I was naked and fooling others as discrete. Let me know that life is a gimmick to shape the mouth to let him pass. I covered with silk sheets to ease the transition. I eagerly crawl, however, come to think of stars flying faithful are not such.
For truly, I cover myself with disappointment and I go to the ground foraging, verging, the occasional comet. Because the urge to burn a base of sweet and kisses melt my reasoning, until there is more than a pantry full of salt and dust truths that flow through the corners. Because I delight to clean snip "decorate" my walk, when I do nothing to disguise the stones of which only fought those killed in spirit and live view.
tonight I wanted to write my story. Had in mind the real dream that I delegate to the fiction of the lack of will. I wanted to be out on the street, if I'm honest without anger, tying the beams that collapsed more than assured. I longed to run like a lynx and leave in its wake, the phrases that mark my legacy.
I still connecting to discouragement and realize that anger hurts and the pain itself is wrapped in doubt. Persist, yet, to sow seeds of "buts" consistent in fields populated with weeds. I tell myself "today as much." Solving continuous downtime hobbies gamble based on the clock, the Russian with bullets of deception.
sorry
On this and this, dreamed. The future has been in girl games to ensure millions of new toys, and friends with ties.
you know? I want to ask if you're not aware of having hidden the treasure, the only thing little cheaper in the sea of \u200b\u200byour shark. If you're so confused you do not understand if you want, you've left the key floating in a window. With a view to a night of disappointment. With tears through the streets Espedido never fired tiles.
Best're missing. The best thing is not for sale. The best thing in the end it is the best.
Here, there is no room for cowards agendas.
Here we must take risks with a desire to be scratching for trespassing wakefulness.
For truly, I cover myself with disappointment and I go to the ground foraging, verging, the occasional comet. Because the urge to burn a base of sweet and kisses melt my reasoning, until there is more than a pantry full of salt and dust truths that flow through the corners. Because I delight to clean snip "decorate" my walk, when I do nothing to disguise the stones of which only fought those killed in spirit and live view.
tonight I wanted to write my story. Had in mind the real dream that I delegate to the fiction of the lack of will. I wanted to be out on the street, if I'm honest without anger, tying the beams that collapsed more than assured. I longed to run like a lynx and leave in its wake, the phrases that mark my legacy.
I still connecting to discouragement and realize that anger hurts and the pain itself is wrapped in doubt. Persist, yet, to sow seeds of "buts" consistent in fields populated with weeds. I tell myself "today as much." Solving continuous downtime hobbies gamble based on the clock, the Russian with bullets of deception.
sorry
On this and this, dreamed. The future has been in girl games to ensure millions of new toys, and friends with ties.
you know? I want to ask if you're not aware of having hidden the treasure, the only thing little cheaper in the sea of \u200b\u200byour shark. If you're so confused you do not understand if you want, you've left the key floating in a window. With a view to a night of disappointment. With tears through the streets Espedido never fired tiles.
Best're missing. The best thing is not for sale. The best thing in the end it is the best.
Here, there is no room for cowards agendas.
Here we must take risks with a desire to be scratching for trespassing wakefulness.
