quarta-feira, 5 de outubro de 2016

Poema 130

I don't mind being your mission
Because I know that with I have a chance
And although my life has been vicious
I'm glad you help me find who I am
I miss our little talks in the morning
The way you hold me was unforgettable
And even though I feel like mourning
I still hope someday I'll have you
When I wanna disappear and give up
You always have words to calm me down
I just miss you so much it hurts
I wish you could hold me and not talk at all

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