My Dear madman....
How are you ?? Come sit, sit neither bother ?? From the corner of my desire to get to know the amount of sesame Listen, "I'm no good"
Start the morning and at night, I dream of my thought, my day is spent just thought thee. I remember how crazy it was, how deep was the love of crazy ?? How was mixed among themselves. You may be thinking asaba in case the tears. Or do not know in case. There are no restrictions on us. Ghasapharinera left to fly non-stop around the city. Today you have to take a touch on the cheek lip. You have to have the touch of the hand. I think you're still looking to carry this feeling. I do not know how to suffer, not to protect again. Sometimes I think the trouble is that I am alive. You dream with me every day are they all shuffle. Serious day visit inside the arbitrary depth of love is taking me serious incorrigible incorrigible. This love is my release. However, the release, I do not caio. Do not live in a dream with you !!
I want to know what you are like me and love the hell dream ?? Every night in my eyes she is gonna like me ??? Just let me live in hell.
This was far behind us, we did not have any hands, but it was still standing in front of a huge mountain. Beyond what we ever lose this, but some familiar faces. Go to any other state. We got so scared I do not know why the state. How much you mean to me, to me, however, the distance you keep occupied. It can make people vulnerable to bhalobasaye was my understanding. Still loved. People born of love, and all my life to find this bhalobasakei. I have found thee. Again, you're lost.
Yeah I remember you, you would ask me, "Well, why do I fear to lose you serious ?? I'm not gonna lose. Throughout his life will be serious. "Yet you're afraid of losing me momently was consumed. I do not think you can still save Pub ??? The two continued to run like mad. Not that you have received in exchange for the trouble this week. What Tor rose, still wet with wet leaves diary ?? My diary is the accumulation of dust. There you have the smell of the salt-water mark of the letter.
Some of losing the beloved man in the left side is losing the difference between accession accession. Gariye lost my favorite things to do after seawater. But today, I lost my eyes dry seawater. A little later, a flurry of back pain that can be eyes. This will not be open ended as written would not be the end of us. Yeah, we used to have in mind until he spoke to more than nirabataya ?? !! How I love to talk quietly. Would have to be silent or to keep silent for hours non-stop visit. Your love taught me to read it in the middle of the eye. Learned to touch the hand of the heart to understand. Not going to end. Come sit, sit bother ?? Today, however, remain. There is a magic in the midst of such a one-sided to say, "You're constantly laughing as she is writing as long as I write this. "
My life is not without thee not. Day of the night. But this is life, "life" can not be called. Think again, because maybe I survive this hardship. I live with my pain to be alive gonna live in a dream.
However, remember that the poem was made in the midst of our silent words. Just for you.
"" Tense crossroads of life, some of the memory is stored,
to go out to the endless alone.
If the mind goes missing, call love,
today I am in search of the perfect bhalobasatake return.
He can not understand, can not understand,
the heart can not understand some of bleeding.
Still write a few words on the heart,
the rose petals and some seawater.
He still has the pages of the diary.
I agree that is not going to go away,
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Nice
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