febrero 19, 2012
febrero 16, 2012
Adore.
I don't mean to run, but every time you come around I feel more alive than ever. And I guess it's too much, maybe we're too young and I don't even know what's real, but I know I never wanted anything so bad; I've never wanted anyone so bad.
febrero 15, 2012
The pretender.
What if I say I am not like the others? What if I say I am not just another one of your plays? You are the pretender, what if I say that I'll never surrender?
febrero 13, 2012
febrero 10, 2012
Encontrarte en algún lugar aunque sea muy tarde. Tantos odios para curar, tanto amor descartable. Escucharte a mi lado hablar aunque estemos distantes, es el mundo tan poco sensual que no puedo aliviarme. Vos sos mi obsesión, quisiera atraparte. Vos sos mi destrucción, no puedo dejar de pensar que tengo que ordenar esta confusión, quiero estar libre para un nuevo amor.
febrero 09, 2012
febrero 01, 2012
505
I'm going back to 505, if it's a 7 hour flight or a 45 minute drive. In my imagination you're waiting lying on your side, with your hands between your thighs.
Stop and wait a sec, when you look at me like that my darling, what did you expect? I probably still adore you with your hands around my neck, or I did last time I checked.
Not shy of a spark, A knife twists at the thought that I should fall short of the mark, frightened by the bite though its no harsher than the bark. Middle of adventure, such a perfect place to start.
But I crumble completely when you cry, it seems like once again you've had to greet me with goodbye. I'm always just about to go and spoil a surprise, take my hands off of your eyes too soon.
Stop and wait a sec, when you look at me like that my darling, what did you expect? I probably still adore you with your hands around my neck, or I did last time I checked.
Not shy of a spark, A knife twists at the thought that I should fall short of the mark, frightened by the bite though its no harsher than the bark. Middle of adventure, such a perfect place to start.
But I crumble completely when you cry, it seems like once again you've had to greet me with goodbye. I'm always just about to go and spoil a surprise, take my hands off of your eyes too soon.
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