I do not talk to future when the morning cloud, when the glare unknown to is no longer. Speak at sentencing a love calcined destroyed lost between memory you name it and you forget. I no longer think in hope nor in the days of grace your heart for my felt but never ever met though I never knew my existence Today I tore the dreams and keep in a drawer the idea of being with you keep ever kissed lips and keep ever shared a hug. I do not talk to future nor do I think because it has become clear your forgetting. For you died an idea and I spent with you to silence.
Posted on: Wed, 05 Jun 2013 17:43:20 +0000