Friday, February 1, 2008

Cervical Mucus Before Expected Period

My day ... that silent laugh at me ...

The days that were added without her day had fewer opportunities to be near her ...
words are useless, unspoken words, words that you should avoid ... There are minutes that last for hours, hours that last day, that day last month. I sleep and I want to stay awake, then I wake up and I would fall asleep, I look at the room, then destroy. I look at the phone, then destroy. I look at a picture, and kiss. Then I write ... I write the misunderstandings, the desire to be understood, the desire not to be always wrong, my fragility, my stubbornness, the desire for a hug. Then tear it all. I would be sufficient only two words. I open the window ... and lose myself.


Yes, what does it matter if my eyes here is reflected in you?
more
not fool me with your words
made to suffer, then you know that I

I want to lose

I still want to drag

I want to lose

I want to drag a little bit more '

fragile
Two sentences in his plaint that flows in me ... but then

I want to lose

Ho voglia di trascinarmi ancora

Ho voglia di perdermi
Io voglio un progetto che mi tagli il cuore
in due parole che mi lascino guarire
Solo due parole che mi lascino guarire

Ho voglia di perdermi

Ho voglia di trascinarmi ancora

Ho voglia di perdermi
Io voglio un progetto che mi tagli il cuore
in due parole che mi lascino guarire
Solo due parole che mi lascino guarire


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