Monday, March 14, 2011

Genital Sores More Condition_symptoms

destination Puppet

Hope you like it ... n_n


And who told you you could return as well? A disturbing my peace, my peace, my serene moon, which were so used to your absence ...
not want you here, I think you realize ... Do not need you, I did very wrong ... You were alkaline in my life ...
The runs to the core, I created a dependency, which took me out ... It took tears and tears of anger, sadness, pain and loneliness.
Who told you that everything could continue as before? And no, this shock hit me grow.
And the transition was very hard, the scars still hurt from that ...
marionetita not want to be the destination, do not want to be the puppeteer marionetita of that grim. Cut my ropes, I want to live in freedom. Let me forget, let your memory is rusty on the inside. And that perfumes go away ...
Let me breathe, I do not want your air pollution ... I smile to see the sun again, I know that this world has new things to discover ...
I'm not going to be this grim puppet puppeteer ...
I ever trust the human being, and I want my heart back to be that engine that gives color to my days ...

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