Why is it so and I can not help it ..
Even if not, I'm the second choice ..
And I'm afraid .. fear that one day all this will end ..
Why those who loved so much can do anything and accept anything ..
E 'a past too present, this presence is too ..
and back .. Back preventing always think or build for the future ..
The coincidences do not exist for me ..
Why on time is something that she's coming back?
Why on time events, things, people make is that this presence there is always damned?
is part of a past too vast, but fate is clear with its signals ..
there are too many things about her ..
And the terror that rises in me a few years .. everything vanishes
That does not I is the companion of his future ..
that my future is not with him ..
Why slip that is, to be called by the name of her father is not very nice ..
A worm penetrates the brain ..
Even with a child if she returned, he would really with me? Be able to deny all that time, all that love (yuck makes me write it) that has tried it?
Who loved so much can do anything and accept anything ..
And the worm digs even deeper ..
Perhaps her destiny is with her ..
It 's a pain you can not stand .. an emotion that can not stand and do not manage ..
Take the little voice inside .. I can only rifarmela with me now .. alone with me I can not throw out those words that I know and feel this not control ..
write to buffer, write to stall and try to tame this devastating instinct ..
I'll never be what I should be .. I will not be the companion of his future ..
I will always be the second .. the second and the first ever ..
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