viernes, 8 de enero de 2010

Perfect Enemies...

I would like to be perfect, but that isn't the solution... I would like to be stronger than years ago, but my personality doesn't accept that desition...

Please, give me my heart back, and go away, and don't come back to my life again, cause, you were my salvation, my eyes, my heart... and also, my perfect nightmare...You were my reason to wake up every morning God damn it! It's like if I am going to explote. I feel like a christal, very very delicated, that's why this is so terrible now, I feel you like my enemy, I feel you like a kid who has been played with my feellings all this time, or maybe, the person who stole my heart, who won my mind, who won my happiness and my sadness, in other words, my fucking and complicated life... You made it so soft, so smooth, so easy, so... PERFECT!
Our nights together making love, loving eachother, one another, our hugs, our kisses, our pasion, our love...

Your voice was little shy today, and you make me feel blue, and when I start feelling better, I see your eye, I hear your voice, and I remember your skin in mine, your lips in mine... At the moment, my mind is like a little box of remembers, of pictures, of your fucking voice, I can smell you yet, I can feel that you think on me every night as I do too...
Some people say that If you are really in love with someone, and one day you finish that relationship, you will meet again with that person that you tought once you loved with your heart, with your soul... and do every impossible thing to make happy that person, everything!
I did it... I did my best with you... and now, after I heard you for the last time maybe, my heart was nervous again, like the first time... and everyday, says your name, as my skin feel your skin, the same with my lips...

I will always love you... until the lights of the hell, turn off... our promise, our words, you told me that once, and i promised you, that will be come true together, but now, that I don't have you more, I think in that...

Just find me, it's like a fight of life or die, and we are "Perfect Enemies...."

I wish you were here, I wish the things were different, I wish...

I wish you!... my Perfect Enemy... the best!

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